When her mother called in tears, Mia promised to fix it. She stayed up past midnight, rebooking tickets herself, paying from her own savings. The next morning, Eleanor sent a cheery text: “All sorted, dear. You really should be more organized.” When she told Daniel, he said he would talk to his mother.
The wedding planner, a woman Eleanor had “highly recommended,” quit unexpectedly, claiming she “couldn’t handle the conflicting instructions.” Mia hadn’t spoken to her in days. The new planner’s final invoice was triple the agreed amount. Eleanor shrugged. “You can’t put a price on experience.”