My mother-in-law thought canceling our reception would save us thousands. I stayed calm, made one call, and married Tristan knowing the night was about to take a turn.
One hour before I was supposed to walk down the aisle, my phone rang.
At first, I almost ignored it.
I stood in a small dressing room behind the church sanctuary, half my hair pinned up and my wedding dress hanging from a padded hanger beside me.
My makeup artist was fixing one stubborn section of eyeliner.
My hands were already trembling from nerves.
I thought the call was probably a florist, a cousin asking for directions, or one of the 70 guests trying to figure out parking.
Then I saw our reception venue’s name on the screen.
Something in my stomach tightened.
I answered.
“Hello?”
The manager sounded rushed.
“Are you still planning to pick up the decorations?”
I laughed nervously.
“What do you mean? We’ll be there after the ceremony.”
There was silence.
Not normal silence.
The kind that makes your brain start inventing disasters before anyone says another word.
Then the manager said:
“Your reception was canceled yesterday.”
My stomach dropped.
For a second, I honestly thought I had misheard him.
I stood so quickly that the makeup artist stepped back.
“What?”
He repeated himself, slower this time.
Our reception had been canceled.
Yesterday.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I could see my own face changing as the words settled in.
Seventy guests. Dinner. Cake. Music.
Gone.
Months of planning flashed through my head all at once.
Tristan and I had compared venues after work.
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