I Sold My House to Pay for My Grandson’s Dream Wedding – Then I Learned I Wasn’t Even Invited

He laughed. “Her name’s Vanessa.

She’s amazing. I think you’ll like her.”

When I met Vanessa, she was polite. She smiled sweetly and spoke to me in a soft, respectful tone.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said the first time we shook hands.

“Noah talks about you all the time.”

They talked excitedly about their wedding.

They wanted peonies and orchids, a wedding on the beach, or maybe a vineyard, and had menu ideas that made my mouth water.

It was beautiful. It was expensive.

Too expensive.

I could see the stress on Noah’s face every time the bills came up.

I noticed how Vanessa would go quiet when money was mentioned, her smile tightening just a little.

One afternoon, Noah rubbed his temples and said:

I didn’t say anything right away.

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