This evening, my sister, Kendall, married the love of her life, Ryan St. James. The ceremony was gorgeous, and their sweet vows reminded me of how painfully single I am. When they finally kissed, tears trailed down my cheeks, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
After posing for the photographer, the wedding party’s escorted to the reception hall that’s filled with guests. My parents, who are considered Manhattan royalty, invited their elite friends and business acquaintances. Ryan’s family is in the same circle, so anyone who’s anybody is in attendance tonight. It’s one of the many reasons it looks like the Secret Service is guarding the place.
I smooth my hand across the silk of my bridesmaid dress after I grab a glass of champagne. My sister’s best friend, Cami, who’s also Ryan’s s
