Big news on the home front: my little sister Meagan is engaged. Though it’s been six years in the making, of course she’d choose to do it smack-dab in the middle of my time as an expat, because, as you know, everything in the world is all about me, me, me. She gently informed me that should I fail to attend her nuptials, not only would she refuse to ever speak to me again, but I would also cease to be her sister or, indeed, a Burke Girl at all. To which I gently replied that she was a turd of the highest magnitude and that nothing—not even an encounter with Mr. Thornton—could keep me away.
Anyway, I feel somewhat guilty about not being around for any of the planning, but I was happy to get the chance to go wedding dress shopping in Seattle before I had to leave. And I think we found “the one.” Little Meagy Wretchface looked like a princess. No, better than a princess because she put that Kate Middleton to shame. I don’t, however, have any illusions that I will do the same for Pippa.
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