“You made more on that one wedding than I would have made on three,” he wheezed. “Maybe I should get sick more often.”
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him.
Just last week, curiosity got the better of me, and I looked up Camille and Blake on Facebook. Divorced. Not even three years after that elaborate wedding.
Sometimes karma works exactly as it should.
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