A Charmed Life: Lessons Charm School Never Taught Me

The invitation came in a day after I returned from a road trip to Edmonton. It was my partner’s sister — effectively my sister-in-law — texting him to make plans for her recently announced wedding. On the phone with my partner, she started listing off tentative plans for her nuptials and, once relayed to me by my partner, my face began performing its involuntary bitchy acrobatics. The reason was simple: proper etiquette was not being observed in this tentative stage of wedding planning, and I was peeved.