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

He ran outside, confused.

And Vanessa followed.

Before Noah could speak, she looked at me and said coldly:

Noah froze. “What?

What are you talking about?”

She sighed, annoyed. “Oh, please. Do you really want to do this now?

On our wedding day? In front of everyone?”

Noah’s voice rose.

Vanessa straightened her back, looked at me with an icy stare.

“Fine. If you want the truth so badly, I’ll tell you why she can’t be here.”

Vanessa crossed her arms, her voice lowering, sharp and controlled.

“Because she doesn’t fit,” she said. “Because today is supposed to look a certain way.”

Noah blinked.

“What does that even mean?”

Vanessa glanced at me and gestured to my coat, my shoes, my hands clutching my purse. And then she looked away, embarrassed rather than cruel.

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