“When your mother hired us, I originally thought it was for your wedding, but then I found out it was for your sister’s party on the same day,” he explained.
He continued, “Even then, I waited, but three days ago, your mother told me that Isabelle’s party was more important because her in-laws were arriving.”
“That is when I decided not to work for them and I returned their entire deposit,” he finished.
I remained silent for a long time as the weight of his words sank in.
“It was not revenge, Holden, it was simply a matter of dignity,” he added.
That afternoon, my mother called me again, and this time I answered.
“Finally, you deign to answer, do you have any idea how embarrassed we were?” she snapped.
“I also had a wedding with a lot of empty chairs, Mom,” I replied coldly.
“Do not start with your drama, because your friend ruined Isabelle’s entire party with his incompetence,” she barked.
“Robert canceled because you all chose to miss my wedding to favor her,” I said.
“Your wedding could have waited, but this was a family crisis,” she insisted.
I felt like something inside me was closing off forever.
“My wedding was also a unique and singular event that I will never get back,” I said before hanging up.
Three days later, Sarah asked me to meet her at a coffee shop near the park.
She arrived with a yellow folder and deep, dark circles under her eyes, looking exhausted.
“You have to see this,” she said, sliding the folder across the table.
They were screenshots from a group chat titled “Isabelle’s Commitment.”
The first conversation was from eight months ago.
