When she confronted Eleanor, the older woman smiled sweetly. “Oh dear, must have been a misunderstanding. I just thought we could find someone more… sophisticated.” Daniel frowned but said nothing. Mia clenched her fists under the table, feeling the familiar mix of humiliation and disbelief.
Next came the seating chart disaster. Half the guests received invitations with different venues printed on them. “A printing error,” Eleanor said, unbothered. “Happens all the time.” But it didn’t feel random. The mistakes always inconvenienced Mia’s side; her family and friends were left confused.