Amy

“Look at you, Lexi. You’re so pathetic. I can’t believe Tessa made you a bridesmaid,” Amy said. “You’re such a baby. So sensitive and clumsy. She should have known what to expect from you.”

Alexa sniffled as she didn’t want to cry in front of her cousin. “P-please. I’m trying.”

“If that’s what you call trying, then you really are a baby,” Amy said. “You know what… I should take that dress off and bring you back there so that everyone can see the real reason why you’re struggling… tell me, Lexi. Does your mommy know you wear diapers?”

Alexa’s eyes went wide and her face went white. “How…”

Amy grinned. “A little bird told me she saw you buying diapers. Asked me if it was me, and I told her no one in my entire family is at a diaper age. It wasn’t hard to deduce from there who was most likely to wear diapers and need them. Besides, it was obvious when you walked in with that little waddle of yours. You really think you were being subtle?”

Amy lifted the skirt of Alexa’s dress. “Amy, don’t,” Alexa cried.

“Look at this, you’re soaked already. I should march you in there right now and show everyone,” Amy said. “Then Tessa will definitely make you a flower girl. I’m sure Lucy could do your job without tripping and stumbling like a baby.”

“No,” Alexa said. “Please. I’ll do anything. Don’t tell anyone. Don’t show anyone.”

Amy grinned. “You’re definitely in no position to give orders, Alexa,” Amy said. “Hmmm…. there’s just so many options.”