I sent it with a short message: “This is the balance for your gown. Payment due in 30 days.”
No emojis, no apologies.
She replied the next afternoon.
“Wow!
After everything, you’re really going to shake me down like this? I had the worst night of my life, and you’re thinking about money?”
I read it twice, then three times.
Old me would’ve caved. New me typed back, “Yes.
Because this is my work. You promised to pay me. Just cause you got married doesn’t mean you can go back on your word.”
I stared at the screen, then added one more line.
“I’m glad you liked the dress enough to lie about what it cost.”
Then I hit send and closed my laptop.
I don’t know if she’ll ever pay me.
If she doesn’t, I’ll survive. I’ve survived worse.
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