My Daughter Didn’t Invite Me To Her Wedding, But She Sent Me A Large Invoice To Pay For Her Dream Party And The Honeymoon. She Even Wrote:

Janet Waters had been my neighbor when Cathy was small, back when we lived in the house Richard and I had saved for years to buy. Janet’s daughter, Rosa, had been Cathy’s best friend until high school. When my daughter decided that Rosa’s family wasn’t quite prestigious enough for her social aspirations.

Janet answered on the second ring. “Elaine, my God, it’s been forever. How are you, honey?”

“I’m well, Janet.

Actually, I’m better than I’ve been in years. Listen, I have a favor to ask. Do you still have Rose’s number?

I’d like to get back in touch.”

“Of course, she’d love to hear from you. She asks about you every time we talk. You know she’s a wedding photographer now.

Has her own business and everything?”

“A wedding photographer?”

I smiled, feeling the pieces of my plan shift and settle into place like a puzzle finally revealing its picture. “That’s perfect, Janet. Absolutely perfect.”

After I hung up, I walked slowly back to my car.

My mind already racing ahead to the next phase. Kathy wanted a dream wedding. She was about to discover that dreams could become nightmares with remarkable speed.

My phone buzzed with a text from a number I didn’t recognize. This is Christine Slaughter. I wanted to thank you for being so understanding today.

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