“We know best,” Cassandra declared, flashing a book of table linens. “Our family’s huge! We’ve been to countless weddings. We know what your wedding should be. You should thank us.”
“My wedding was legendary,” Freya boasted. “The talk of the town for years!”
That was an exaggeration—weddings fade from gossip quickly. I had to be firm but polite.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve dreamed of this for years,” I said carefully. “I’ve saved to make every choice ours, and we’re nearly done. Thank you, but no.”
They looked displeased, but new party guests arrived, cutting their insistence short.
I heard nothing more about the wedding and assumed they’d lost interest, which suited me fine. We moved forward: I chose my dress, Julian got his tux, and we sent our invitations.
