As the date got closer, I messaged her, just checking when the invites were coming so I could RSVP. Honestly, I was worried mine got lost in the mail or something. That’s when she told me they decided to have a small Vegas wedding, and were only inviting 10 people because they were tight on money.
No judgment from me, I get it. But then, the very next week, I got another message from them. When I opened it, I GASPED.
It was a notice that they had decided to cancel the Vegas wedding altogether. Instead, they were planning a destination wedding in Hawaii! My jaw dropped.
Hawaii? That’s not exactly the kind of place you go to when you’re ‘tight on money.’ I was confused, to say the least. I called my cousin right away.
‘Hey, what’s going on? I thought you were doing a small Vegas wedding because of budget issues. Now you’re going to Hawaii?’
She laughed nervously.
‘Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. But here’s the thing—my fiancé’s aunt owns a resort in Maui, and she offered to host the wedding for free. All we have to cover is flights and a few extras.
It’s too good to pass up!’
I paused, trying to process this. ‘Wait, so… are you inviting more people now? Or is it still just the 10 of you?’
She hesitated.
‘Well… we’re expanding the guest list a little. But not by much. We’re keeping it intimate, you know?
Just close family and a few friends.’
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. ‘Okay, that makes sense. So, am I still invited?’
She laughed again, this time more genuinely.
‘Of course you are! You’re family. I’ll send you the details soon.’
I hung up, feeling a mix of emotions.
On one hand, I was excited—Hawaii sounded amazing. On the other hand, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Why the sudden change?
And why did it feel like there was more to the story than she was letting on? A few days later, the official invite arrived. It was beautiful—a glossy card with a picture of the resort, nestled between lush mountains and a sparkling blue ocean.
The ceremony was set for sunset on the beach, followed by a reception under the stars. It sounded like a dream. But as I read through the details, I noticed something strange.
The RSVP deadline was only two weeks away, and the wedding was just a month after that. That seemed rushed, especially for a destination wedding. I decided to talk to my mom about it.
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