Mia began to keep a quiet record of dates, emails, and receipts. Every small “mistake” seemed calculated. Even her dress fitting turned into a spectacle when the boutique called to confirm “last-minute changes” she’d never approved. The alterations left the gown inches too short.
Eleanor tutted. “I told them you wanted something more modern. Young brides always change their minds.” Her tone was syrupy, rehearsed. Daniel tried to joke, saying, “Well, at least it’s still white.” The look Mia gave him silenced the laughter before it began.