“It’s not funny,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremor threatening to break through. “You’ve embarrassed me on the most important day of our lives. Was that your idea of a joke?”
The laughter stopped. His face fell as the realization of what he had done began to sink in. He stammered apologies, his earlier joviality replaced by a look of regret. “I thought it would be fun, you know, something to remember,” he explained lamely, reaching out to touch my hand.
I stepped back, avoiding his touch. “I wanted today to be memorable for the right reasons, not because of a prank that left me feeling ridiculed.”
The guests watched in silence, the tension thick in the air. I could see the guilt washing over my husband, and while part of me felt a pang of sympathy for his misjudgment, the hurt was still too raw to forgive immediately.
