Bradley and I arrived early, and while Betty and I whispered about our plan, I noticed something odd—Bradley and Rod were sitting in front of the TV, laughing over beers. When I got Bradley alone, I hissed, “What’s going on?”
He shrugged. “What?
We root for the same team. Rod’s a good guy.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“I am,” he said, taking another sip.
I heard the front door swing open and slam shut. Heavy footsteps echoed through the house. My heart pounded.
I rushed into the living room, where Betty was already standing, her arms crossed, her face tense. Kira and Marcus stood in front of us, their eyes burning with anger. “Are you out of your minds?!” Marcus yelled, his voice shaking.
Kira turned to me, her face red. “Our wedding is in a week, and you’re setting me up on a date?”
I opened my mouth, but Betty spoke first. “We just wanted what’s best for you.”
Kira let out a bitter laugh.
“Best for me? You think lying to me, tricking me, humiliating me is what’s best?”
I took a deep breath. “You could both find someone more… suitable,” I said, keeping my voice calm.
Kira’s whole body stiffened. “I don’t care what color his skin is! I love Marcus.
I want to be with him.”
Marcus stepped forward. “And I love Kira. I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
I looked at Betty.
She looked at me. We both stood there, silent. “We were only doing what we thought was right,” I said finally.
“Exactly,” Betty agreed, nodding. Kira shook her head, an empty laugh escaping her lips. “You keep saying how different we are, how we shouldn’t be together.
But look at you two! You’re exactly the same. Stubborn, manipulative, always scheming.” She turned to me, her voice sharp.
“Mom, you spend more time with Betty than your own friends.”
I opened my mouth to respond. “You don’t understand—”
Kira cut me off. “No, you don’t understand!
I’m marrying Marcus. Whether you like it or not. Accept it.” She turned, glancing at the couch where Dad sat with Rod, watching the game, laughing like nothing was wrong.
“Even Dad is sitting here drinking beer with Rod. If he can accept it, why can’t you?”
I swallowed hard. “If you can’t accept it, don’t come to the wedding,” Kira said.
“That goes for you too,” Marcus told Betty, his voice firm. Then, without another word, they turned and walked out the door. The silence that followed was thick.
No one spoke. No one moved. A moment later, Bradley let out a deep sigh, turned off the TV, and stood up.
“Time to go,” he muttered. I saw the look in his eyes. Disappointment.
Not in Kira. In me. That week, I called Kira.
I texted. No response. The silence stretched.
On the night of the rehearsal dinner, I walked into the bedroom and found Bradley tying his tie. “Where are you going?” I asked. “To the rehearsal dinner,” he said, straightening his collar.
“You can’t go!” I snapped. He turned to me. His voice was calm, but his eyes were firm.
“My only daughter is getting married, and I’m not missing it.”
Then, he walked out the door. I stood there, staring at the empty space he left behind. My chest felt tight.
Finally, I gave in. I found myself outside the restaurant, watching through the window. Kira and Marcus moved through the guests, glowing, smiling, happy.
A familiar voice spoke beside me. “You couldn’t sit at home either, huh?”
I turned. Betty stood next to me, arms crossed.
“I’ve been trying to catch them to apologize,” she admitted. “But they’re too busy.”
I sighed. “We should wait.
No need to ruin their evening now.”
Betty exhaled sharply. “But we have to apologize. I want to be allowed to see my future grandson.”
I crossed my arms.
“Granddaughter. In our family, girls are always born first.”
Betty scoffed. “Not in ours.
It’s always boys.”
For the first time in weeks, I laughed. We were already arguing over grandchildren who didn’t even exist yet. I looked at her.
She looked at me. “Oh, we’re going to have a rough time together, mother-in-law,” I said, shaking my head. “Tell me about it,” Betty muttered.
Then, she sighed, watching Kira and Marcus. “But as long as they’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
I nodded, my eyes fixed on my daughter. She looked happier than ever.
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