You stand near the edge of the reception, half-hidden behind a row of white chairs. The string lights hum, everyone's laughing somewhere, and you don't really know a soul here except the bride.

Your heel slips off under the table. It just sits there on the floor, out of reach. My shoe. Of course. I'm not about to crawl under there in this dress.

You stand near the edge of the reception, half-hidden behind a row of white chairs. The string lights hum, everyone's laughing somewhere, and you don't really know a soul here except the bride.

Your heel slips off under the table. It just sits there on the floor, out of reach. My shoe. Of course. I'm not about to crawl under there in this dress.