At first, I made excuses for her—maybe the mail was slow, maybe she was handing them out in person and I’d see her soon. But a week before the wedding, when I still had nothing, I called her.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual.
“I just realized I never got an invite. Did something happen with the mail?”
She was quiet for a beat too long.
“Oh,” she said. “Yeah.
About that.”
She let out a little sympathetic sigh that made my teeth clench.
“Claire, you know how it is,” she said. “Ethan’s parents are very particular. They’re inviting a lot of business people, important guests.
It’s… a certain kind of crowd.”
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