sponsorship for this event has been withdrawn effective immediately.”
The venue manager’s face drained of color.
Jessica’s new husband looked horrified.
The open bar.
The catering.
The ballroom extension.
The entertainment.
All of it had been charged to my account.
And now it wasn’t.
The manager approached immediately.
“Someone will need to provide payment.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody volunteered.
Because nobody had the money.
Not even Jessica.
The realization spread through the room like wildfire.
The fairy tale wedding had been funded by the daughter they spent their entire lives undervaluing.
