PART 1: The Two Plastic Chairs

Fifteen minutes before I was supposed to walk down the aisle, I found my parents hidden behind a massive marble column, sitting on two cheap plastic chairs.

Meanwhile, my fiancé’s family occupied the front row as if they owned the entire ballroom.

My mother noticed my expression change immediately.

“Please don’t let this ruin your day, sweetheart,” she said softly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

My father sat beside her with his hands clasped together, staring at the floor. The embarrassment on his face hurt far more than the sight itself.

And the worst part?

None of it was an accident.

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