By the time Claire reached the front, I had stopped hearing individual whispers.<\/p>\n
The sound had become one low murmur behind us.<\/p>\n
She handed her bouquet to Jenna.<\/p>\n
Jenna took it with an expression that was equal parts relief and terror, as though delivering Claire safely to the altar had completed only the first half of some assignment.<\/p>\n
Claire turned toward me.<\/p>\n
Up close, the suit was even stranger.<\/p>\n
The jacket nearly concealed her shape. Its shoulders sat wide and square beyond her frame, while the sleeves ended near the base of her fingers. The white shirt beneath it was hers, I thought, but the tie looked old enough to have been stored with the suit.<\/p>\n
I could smell faint perfume when she came closer.<\/p>\n
Underneath it was another scent.<\/p>\n
Dry fabric.<\/p>\n
Cedar.<\/p>\n
The unmistakable smell of clothing that had spent years in storage.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Her smile trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi?\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the only response my brain could produce.<\/p>\n
Her eyes flicked toward the guests.<\/p>\n
The officiant had tactfully stepped half a pace backward.<\/p>\n
I lowered my voice further.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you wearing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire exhaled through her nose.<\/p>\n
There was a tiny shine of tears along her lower lashes.<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than the suit.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust give me one second.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne second for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, she reached across her body and touched the end of the left sleeve.<\/p>\n
Something in my mother\u2019s row made a scraping noise.<\/p>\n
I glanced over.<\/p>\n
Mom had leaned forward to see.<\/p>\n
Her expression had changed again.<\/p>\n
She looked almost frightened now.<\/p>\n
Claire noticed her too.<\/p>\n
For a brief moment the two women looked at each other.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s eyebrows pulled together.<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n
Then she looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to look at something.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
There are moments when the body reacts faster than logic.<\/p>\n
My first ridiculous thought was that there had been a message hidden in the suit by someone else.<\/p>\n
My second was that Claire was about to make some announcement she could not make in private.<\/p>\n
My third was simply that every person we knew was standing fifteen feet away and watching.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we maybe do this after the ceremony?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her answer came gently, but without hesitation.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has to be now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
Six months earlier, when we booked the venue, Claire had been the one worried about staying on schedule.<\/p>\n
Three weeks earlier she had made an actual spreadsheet for the wedding morning.<\/p>\n
Two nights earlier she had told Aaron that if he misplaced the rings, she would throw him into the decorative pond.<\/p>\n
This was not spontaneous behavior.<\/p>\n
She had planned this.<\/p>\n
She had decided that whatever was hidden inside that sleeve mattered enough to interrupt her own wedding ceremony.<\/p>\n
The embarrassment I had felt when she appeared shifted into unease.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d I asked quietly.<\/p>\n
Her mouth twitched.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds more accusatory than I hoped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m standing at my wedding beside a woman wearing somebody else\u2019s suit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron made a choking sound that might have been laughter.<\/p>\n
Claire glanced past me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAaron, you are not helping.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWasn\u2019t planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, a few people nearby laughed.<\/p>\n
The tension loosened for half a second.<\/p>\n
Then Claire returned her attention to the cuff.<\/p>\n
She pinched the heavy fabric between two fingers and began turning it outward.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
Not because she wanted drama.<\/p>\n
Because her hands were shaking.<\/p>\n
I noticed that and immediately felt ashamed of being annoyed.<\/p>\n
Whatever this was, she cared about it.<\/p>\n
Deeply.<\/p>\n
The lining appeared first, slightly dulled by age. Then a rectangular cloth label sewn into the inside seam.<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
The maker\u2019s name was faded enough that I couldn\u2019t identify the store.<\/p>\n
Below it, however, someone had written by hand.<\/p>\n
The ink had softened with time.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t make out the words yet.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome closer,\u201d Claire whispered.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
Behind us, the garden had become astonishingly quiet.<\/p>\n
Even the music had stopped.<\/p>\n
I could hear birds somewhere beyond the estate wall.<\/p>\n
Claire pulled the cuff flatter with her thumb.<\/p>\n
Two words became legible.<\/p>\n
Then three.<\/p>\n
My mind read them without understanding.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s Wedding Suit.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
The letters were old-fashioned, slightly uneven, written in black ink that had bled faintly into the fabric.<\/p>\n
Richard.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
I read the line again.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s Wedding Suit.<\/p>\n
My throat closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t a denial.<\/p>\n
It was the only sound I could make.<\/p>\n
I looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
She had started crying now, though she was trying not to.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the jacket.<\/p>\n
Then across at my mother.<\/p>\n
Mom had both hands over her mouth.<\/p>\n
Aaron\u2019s face had gone completely still.<\/p>\n
Something moved through my memory.<\/p>\n
An old wedding photograph in my mother\u2019s hallway.<\/p>\n
Dad at twenty-eight, standing beside her with too much hair and the mustache she spent the next thirty years making fun of.<\/p>\n
A black suit.<\/p>\n
Wide shoulders.<\/p>\n
Broad lapels.<\/p>\n
I had seen that picture hundreds of times.<\/p>\n
I had never paid attention to the clothes.<\/p>\n
Until now.<\/p>\n
I touched the edge of Claire\u2019s sleeve.<\/p>\n
The fabric yielded softly under my fingers.<\/p>\n
It was real.<\/p>\n
Not a reproduction.<\/p>\n
Not something Claire had found because it looked similar.<\/p>\n
My body knew before I had finished thinking.<\/p>\n
I could suddenly picture the upstairs closet at my mother\u2019s house. Garment bags packed behind winter coats. Boxes nobody opened. Dad\u2019s things divided slowly over years according to what Mom could bear to move.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
She nodded once.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
The suit had belonged to him.<\/p>\n
I turned back to Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice cracked on the single word.<\/p>\n
Claire swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed because I had no emotional space left for more.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shifted the fold of the cuff.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook underneath.\u201d<\/p>\n
My vision had blurred.<\/p>\n
I wiped one eye with the heel of my hand.<\/p>\n
The guests disappeared from my awareness again.<\/p>\n
I forgot the photographer.<\/p>\n
Forgot the officiant.<\/p>\n
Forgot how absurd Claire looked standing in trousers several sizes too large.<\/p>\n
All that remained was the sleeve between us.<\/p>\n
The old inscription sat near the label.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s Wedding Suit.<\/p>\n
Claire turned the cuff farther.<\/p>\n
Below those faded handwritten words was something newer.<\/p>\n
Not ink.<\/p>\n
Thread.<\/p>\n
Small stitches formed a name.<\/p>\n
I saw the first letter.<\/p>\n
D.<\/p>\n
Then the next.<\/p>\n
A.<\/p>\n
My heart gave one hard, painful beat.<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s fingers trembled as she flattened the cloth enough for me to see the entire word.<\/p>\n
Danny.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I genuinely stopped understanding where I was.<\/p>\n
Nobody called me that.<\/p>\n
Nobody living, anyway.<\/p>\n
Dad had used it constantly.<\/p>\n
At family dinners.<\/p>\n
On the phone.<\/p>\n
Across parking lots.<\/p>\n
When he was proud of me.<\/p>\n
When he was irritated.<\/p>\n
When I was thirty and had already asked him repeatedly to stop.<\/p>\n
The name belonged to his voice so completely that seeing it stitched into the cuff felt less like reading and more like hearing him.<\/p>\n
Danny.<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
The garden blurred.<\/p>\n
A ridiculous part of my brain expected a hand to land on my shoulder.<\/p>\n
I nearly turned around.<\/p>\n
Instead, Claire touched my wrist.<\/p>\n
Her fingers were warm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
She was crying openly now.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this his?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer hit with almost physical force.<\/p>\n
I bent my head.<\/p>\n
My shoulders shook once before I could stop them.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
I had spent months telling myself I was fine with the empty chair.<\/p>\n
Fine with no father-son photograph.<\/p>\n
Fine with no voice interrupting the reception.<\/p>\n
Fine with every part of the wedding Dad would never see.<\/p>\n
And now Claire was standing in front of me wearing the suit he had worn when he married my mother.<\/p>\n
The same fabric.<\/p>\n
The same lining.<\/p>\n
The same ridiculous broad shoulders from those old photographs.<\/p>\n
I started crying before I could decide whether I wanted to.<\/p>\n
There was nothing dignified about it.<\/p>\n
I wiped my face, failed to recover, then laughed once because the alternative was making some terrible noise in front of everyone.<\/p>\n
Aaron\u2019s hand closed around my shoulder.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t need to.<\/p>\n
My mother stood so quickly that her chair dragged against the grass.<\/p>\n
Claire turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Mom shook her head.<\/p>\n
Tears were running freely down her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s expression tightened. \u201cI should\u2019ve told you I changed the plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence caught my attention through the fog.<\/p>\n
\u201cChanged what plan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at me.<\/p>\n
My mother lowered her hands.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I understood that Mom had known about the suit being involved somehow.<\/p>\n
She just hadn\u2019t known Claire would wear it.<\/p>\n
I pointed weakly toward the jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew she had this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom tried to answer and had to clear her throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called her months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore my second dress fitting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you asked for Dad\u2019s wedding suit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a tearful little laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked for something much smaller.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom laughed too, although she was crying hard enough that the sound came out broken.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part is true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you ask for?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at the cuff again.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething of your father\u2019s that I could carry with me when I came down the aisle.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
She continued before I could interrupt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought maybe a handkerchief. A little piece of fabric. Something I could put around the bouquet where nobody would notice unless we showed them.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me she wanted him included without making a big announcement about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My face tightened.<\/p>\n
That sounded painfully like the kind of gesture Claire would design specifically for me.<\/p>\n
Quiet.<\/p>\n
Private.<\/p>\n
Something that didn\u2019t demand I perform grief in front of a crowd.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mom gave you the whole suit?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s mouth curved.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I expected.\u201d<\/p>\n
From the front row, Mom said, \u201cI may have overdelivered.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ripple of laughter passed through the closest guests.<\/p>\n
Even I laughed.<\/p>\n
It came out wet and unsteady.<\/p>\n
Claire touched the jacket lapel.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mom told me I could take whatever fabric I wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom lifted one shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her she could cut the thing. Richard wasn\u2019t going to need tailoring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? He would\u2019ve said the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron rubbed a hand across his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is unfortunately accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
More laughter moved through the chairs.<\/p>\n
The officiant smiled and looked down at his notes, apparently accepting that whatever ceremony he had prepared was not currently in control of events.<\/p>\n
I touched the cuff again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to cut this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked almost offended by the suggestion.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother told me I could. I couldn\u2019t make myself do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo how did we get from that to\u2026\u201d I gestured at all of her, \u201c\u2026this?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down at the oversized jacket and trousers.<\/p>\n
For the first time since the reveal, embarrassment touched her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part is harder to defend.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron murmured, \u201cI\u2019m looking forward to hearing the defense.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire pointed at him without turning.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more comment and you\u2019re out of the wedding party.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re already at the altar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll find a way.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed again.<\/p>\n
The sound surprised me.<\/p>\n
A minute earlier, I had been crying too hard to breathe properly.<\/p>\n
Now grief and absurdity were occupying the same space.<\/p>\n
That had been Dad\u2019s specialty.<\/p>\n
He could make jokes at funerals without being disrespectful, complain about hospital coffee while someone was sick, and somehow make difficult moments feel survivable without pretending they weren\u2019t difficult.<\/p>\n
Claire glanced at the cuff.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout two weeks ago, I had the suit at home while you were working late.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to remember.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me Jenna had dropped off wedding stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTechnically true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou created a fairly elaborate truth-management system.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds more accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
She drew a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was deciding whether I could use a piece of the lining. I took the jacket out and put it on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo see how enormous it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already knew it was enormous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was curious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat defense is getting weaker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smile faded into something softer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I looked at myself in the mirror.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something about her tone silenced me.<\/p>\n
Claire placed her palm against the old jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cI stopped thinking about the fabric.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened again.<\/p>\n
She continued quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought about how many times people mentioned your dad during the planning and how quickly you changed the subject.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou noticed that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I noticed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t want our wedding to become sad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t want Mom spending the whole day looking at an empty chair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t want you worrying about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was Claire.<\/p>\n
She said it without triumph.<\/p>\n
Without telling me I had been wrong.<\/p>\n
She simply stood there in my father\u2019s absurdly large wedding suit and acknowledged the things I had tried so carefully not to say.<\/p>\n
Her fingers moved over the stitched name.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew a scrap around my bouquet would be meaningful.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut when I put the whole suit on, I understood what I wanted to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
Claire glanced briefly toward my mother.<\/p>\n
Then back to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t give you your father today.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t make that chair less empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I could let something that had been with him on his wedding day be with you on yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice faltered.<\/p>\n
She steadied it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted a part of him to come down the aisle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Behind us, my mother made a small broken sound.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
The suit beneath my hand no longer felt like old clothing.<\/p>\n
It felt like evidence.<\/p>\n
Of a man who had stood in it decades earlier beside the woman he loved.<\/p>\n
Of a life lived after that photograph.<\/p>\n
Of children he raised.<\/p>\n
Of a son he kept calling Danny long after that son thought he had outgrown the name.<\/p>\n
When I opened my eyes, Claire was watching me anxiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t warn you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou absolutely terrified me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth fell open slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought I wasn\u2019t coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Then I thought maybe your dress exploded.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite her tears, she laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cExploded?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had limited information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you appeared dressed like somebody\u2019s grandfather.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron muttered, \u201cTechnically\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised a finger without looking at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire started laughing harder.<\/p>\n
I looked down at the cuff one more time.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s Wedding Suit.<\/p>\n
Danny.<\/p>\n
The old writing.<\/p>\n
The new stitching.<\/p>\n
Two wedding days separated by decades, meeting inside one sleeve.<\/p>\n
The officiant finally leaned toward us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould the two of you like a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n
I wiped my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly several.\u201d<\/p>\n
That earned another quiet laugh from the guests.<\/p>\n
Claire took my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI really am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI blindsided you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou looked horrified.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was horrified.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face fell.<\/p>\n
I squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor about twenty seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not reassuring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt gets better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt needs to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the enormous suit, then over at my mother, who was crying and smiling at the same time.<\/p>\n
Finally I looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you had told me what you were doing, I would have spent the entire week preparing myself for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was part of why I didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered the question seriously.<\/p>\n
The embarrassment had been real.<\/p>\n
So had the confusion.<\/p>\n
But both had been burned away by the sight of that name inside the sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached up and touched the lapel of my father\u2019s wedding suit.<\/p>\n
The fabric was soft with age.<\/p>\n
For the first time that day, the empty chair behind my mother did not feel like the only place Dad was missing from.<\/p>\n
I took a breath.<\/p>\n
Claire waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d she whispered, \u201cwhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the officiant.<\/p>\n
Then at the seventy people waiting.<\/p>\n
Then at the woman I had planned to marry, standing beside me in a suit large enough to fit two of her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tightened my hand around hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow we get married.\u201d<\/p>\n
By the time Claire reached the front, I had stopped hearing individual whispers. The sound had become one low murmur behind us. She handed her bouquet to Jenna. Jenna took … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2493,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-drama-sory"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2497"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2537,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497\/revisions\/2537"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lastestdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}