I. Oh my god. And she's so happy and got the model all twirly about that dress. What, she couldn't have use Google to double-check?

Many well-wishes for your surviving the family reunions. And much, much sympathy. For damn near a decade, every year I was dragged by my mother to family reunions on the maternal side: all extremely conservative Muslims who didn't even bother gossiping behind my back about my parents' fucked-up relationship. The food was wonderful, but I would happily forever pass up the chance to eat my aunts' ketupat palas and rendang daging if it means I'll never have to endure another side-eye and a passive-aggressive interrogation from a relative ever again.