Our wedding day began like a dream. Soft music filled the ballroom, warm lights reflected off crystal chandeliers, and laughter surrounded every table. I sat beside my new husband, Mark, believing that nothing could disturb the joy of that moment.
But midway through the reception, his mother, Evelyn, stood to give an unexpected speech. With a polished smile and a voice that carried across the room, she spoke about the effort it took to arrange such a grand celebration. Then, with a pointed glance toward my parents, she remarked that some families were unable to contribute financially.
The words landed heavily in the air. My mother’s smile faded, my father sat still and composed, and I felt my chest tighten with discomfort.
A long silence followed before my father gently pushed back his chair and stood. He didn’t raise his voice or show irritation.
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