Emma’s Wedding Dress Part 1
I can barely hear Jacob on the other end of the phone despite having it pressed against my ear so hard it hurts. For him, the cacophony created by New York City streets is just white noise. After two years in this place, I’m still struggling. The engines, the shouting, and the blaring horns are like an assault as I stand on the curb, waiting in the fading glow of dusk. “I said that the shoot went smoothly!” He pretends like he’s shouting at the top of his lungs. I hear him chuckling. A car pulls up to the curb, giving a little screech as it comes to an abrupt halt. The driver is out of the car like a shot. “Oh, that’s great,” I say. “I bet you were very handsome in your tuxedo.” …