Then came the registry argument. Eleanor insisted on luxury items, all from boutiques her friends owned. “People will talk if the list looks cheap,” she warned. Mia wanted practical kitchenware and other essentials, but she was overruled. “Appearances matter, dear,” Eleanor added, eyes glinting like she’d already won something.
At the rehearsal dinner, the tension thickened. Guests mingled, laughter filled the air, and yet Mia felt entirely alone. While Daniel chatted with old friends, she excused herself to get some air, only to overhear Eleanor’s voice behind the curtain.