When they announced their engagement, the first congratulations came with conditions. “We’d love to host the wedding,” Eleanor declared, her tone more directive than generous. “It’ll be easier if I handle the arrangements, since our family has connections.” Mia hesitated, but Daniel looked relieved. Against her instincts, she agreed.
Almost immediately, Eleanor took control. She set up planning meetings without consulting Mia, selected venues “that reflected the family’s stature,” and sent emails addressed to “The Future Mrs. Whitmore,” as if Mia had no name of her own. Every suggestion Mia made was brushed aside with a patronizing smile.