entrée, floral arrangements, and candid photography package.
I handled everything else.
Paperwork.
Signatures.
Payment schedules.
She didn’t even know whose name was legally attached to the contracts.
She never cared enough to ask.
Total cost: $47,000.
Nobody thanked me in a way that meant anything.
The closest Jessica came was hugging me after the tasting and saying, “See, this is why I need you.”
Need.
Not appreciate.
Not love.
Need.
I didn’t know then that my name on those contracts would eventually become the only leverage I had.
Then
