Her vitiligo was completely visible.
The photographer lifted his camera.
“Everybody smile.”
Patricia shifted her foot.
SQUEAK.
Lily giggled.
Derek laughed.
I started laughing too.
Patricia tried to remain serious.
Then her shoe squeaked again.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
Even Patricia began laughing.
Click.
The photographer looked at his camera.
“That’s the one.”
We gathered around the screen.
Nobody looked perfect.
But everyone looked happy.
I looked at Patricia.
“You spent all day trying to make everything perfect. And somehow, this is the best photo.”
She stared at the screen.
“Maybe perfection isn’t what makes people want to look at a photograph again,” I said. “Maybe it’s seeing people exactly as they are.”
For once, Patricia didn’t argue.
A week later, the wedding previews arrived.
