“Eighty-five thousand dollars, Mom. Are you seriously going to pretend you can’t afford it?”
My daughter, Samantha, pushed a wedding brochure across the café table.
The photograph showed a magnificent ballroom overlooking the Pacific Ocean, decorated with white roses and glittering chandeliers.
“It’s my wedding,” she insisted. “You should want to make it special.”
I looked at the price.
“Samantha, I offered you $15,000. That’s a generous contribution.”
She laughed bitterly.
“That won’t even cover the flowers!”
“Then perhaps the flowers need to cost less.”
Her expression hardened.
“You’re embarrassing me in front of Brandon’s family.”
I took a breath.
“I’m not emptying my retirement savings for a wedding.”
She stood abruptly.
“Then don’t come. And don’t expect to see Mason either.”
Before I could respond, she walked away.
Within minutes, she’d blocked my phone number and removed me from her social media accounts.
I thought losing contact with my daughter was the worst part.
I was wrong.
Four days later, she sent a message inviting me to dinner.
Mom, I want us to make peace. Friday, 9 p.m. The Grand Bistro.
I arrived wearing my favorite blue blouse, hoping we could repair our relationship.
But when the hostess opened the private dining room, my heart sank.
Samantha and Brandon were waiting.
So were three strangers in expensive suits.
A thick folder lay in the center of the table.
My daughter looked up.
“Sit down, Mom. We have something important for you to sign.”
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