I like Granny Smiths. They’re sour and sweet and yummy. Much unlike the feeling I had when I heard the words “uniform”. I was, um, shocked, is one way to put it. Especially when I saw the REAL Maid-Of-Honor. I felt tears running down my face because I was embarrassed, for one thing. Who asks their COUSIN to be a MAID at a wedding? But the real embarrassment hadn’t come yet. I didn’t know what I was thinking, I didn’t know what I was thinking at all. Yes, I didn’t know what I was thinking when I grabbed a cupcake of the table, and threw it at my cousin. My cousin. The Bride-to-be. “Now she looks more like a food fight.” I thought, pleased with myself. Until I realized, “Oh no, now she looks more like a food fight.”