“I promised to always treat her well for your sake,” I replied.
In the early afternoon, a loud knock at the front door broke the quiet atmosphere.
I walked out of the kitchen and opened the door.
“I feel so exhausted from all this wedding planning,” Mia complained as she stepped inside.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” I replied sarcastically.
“Where’s Grandma?” my sister asked.
Mia walked into the living room with a tight smile, and I immediately knew something was wrong.
Grandma sat on the sofa and clasped her hands together in pure joy. It was obvious how happy she was to see Mia, since she hardly visited.
“Did you finally bring my invitation?” Grandma asked eagerly. “I already bought a lovely blue dress for the ceremony.”
“I actually came over here to talk about the guest list,” my sister said.
She shifted her weight and looked down at her expensive shoes.
“Grandma, don’t be offended, okay?
I can’t invite you to the wedding. My fiancé’s parents are very wealthy people, as you know, and there’ll be lots of guests from their social circle. I mean…
how would you even look there? You understand, right?”
I stared at my sister in absolute shock!
I slammed my hand on the coffee table. The ceramic teacups clattered loudly against the wood.
“Are you joking right now?” I asked.
“You’re being incredibly cruel to the woman who raised us! She scrubbed dirty toilets to buy your stupid prom dress!”
“What does their bank account have to do with our family?” I asked.
Grandma cut us off when she spoke up quietly.
“I can wear my nice shoes and fix my hair up.”
“You’d stick out terribly among those society people,” my sister replied dismissively. “You understand why I have to do this, right?” Mia asked our grandma.
“I understand completely,” the woman who raised us as her own whispered.
“I absolutely won’t tolerate this disrespect!
If Grandma isn’t invited, then I’m not going either!”
“It’s my special day and my choice,” Mia said, folding her arms. “You can’t skip your own sister’s wedding.”
“Watch me!”
“You’re acting completely unreasonable about a simple decision,” my sister retorted.
“Now, now, children, please calm down,” Grandma began, but Mia interrupted her by grabbing her designer handbag and storming out the front door. The door banged shut behind her.
Grandma was crying now, so I ran over and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her thin shoulders shake.
My anger burned fiercely in my chest.
I wanted to call Mia and scream at her for hours!
That evening, the house felt terribly quiet. I’d decided to sleep over to comfort our grandma.
Then I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
My grandma walked inside and sat on the edge of my bed.
“We need to have a serious talk, my angel,” Grandma said. “Please go to your sister’s wedding.”
“I refuse to support her after what she did. You deserve a front-row seat more than anyone.”
“I honestly don’t have to be there,” my grandma quietly responded, but I could see the hurt in her eyes.
“I just want my grandbaby to be happy on her special day.”
“How are you so forgiving and understanding? Mia treated you like absolute garbage.”
“I don’t care. In fact, I’ll even send her a lovely gift,” Grandma said with a smile.
“She certainly doesn’t deserve a gift from you.”
“I can’t stand the thought of looking at her smug face,” I said.
“But fine, I’ll only go because you’re asking me to.”
That made my grandma smile. “Thank you.”
“Don’t expect me to smile for any of their fancy photos,” I said rebelliously.
That made my grandma smile again.
“Just make sure you deliver my present to the bridal suite.”
I nodded reluctantly.
Then Grandma reached deep into her faded apron pocket. She pulled out a small, wrapped box and held it out to me.
I took the box from Grandma’s tired hands, wondering what she could give to a girl who only cared about status.
On the day of the wedding, I drove to the massive estate where the special occasion was taking place. I truly attended the lavish celebration only because Grandma insisted.
I found Mia inside the bridal suite. She sat surrounded by makeup artists and photographers.
“Leave us alone for a minute,” I told the group.
“You’re late,” Mia snapped.
“I stayed back to check on Grandma,” I replied.
“She’ll survive just fine without you.
Did you bring the matching earrings?”
I frowned, but chose to hold back since I didn’t want to be blamed for ruining Mia’s wedding.
“I brought something much more important,” I replied.
I pulled the small box out of my purse.
“What is that?”
“It’s from Grandma,” I said. “She asked me to bring it. It’s her wedding gift to you.”
