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:

“Oh, that’s going to be absolutely magical. 3 weeks at Villa Aranata in Tuskanyany. It’s a private resort, very exclusive.

They’re flying out the day after the wedding.”

Christine’s eyes sparkled with the kind of vicarious excitement wedding planners cultivated. “The invoice I sent over covers the upgraded villa with the infinity pool and private chef service.”

“Invoice?”

I set down my coffee cup with deliberate precision. “I’m afraid there’s been some confusion.”

The sparkle in Christine’s eyes dimmed slightly.

“Confusion?”

“I never agreed to pay for my daughter’s wedding or honeymoon. In fact, I wasn’t even invited to the wedding.”

The words came out calm, measured, but I watched their impact register on Christine’s face like ripples across still water. “Oh.”

She blinked rapidly, her professional composure cracking.

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