I’d arranged the venue to save my daughter’s wedding. Minutes later, a rich man humiliated me in front of everyone for being “just a janitor.” I bit my tongue until my daughter walked in and introduced him as her fiancé. I had just two days to reveal the truth before my daughter said “I do.”
I couldn’t stop smiling as I mopped the hardwood floor.
I’d worked as a janitor at a luxury venue for years, but that day, my daughter would walk through those doors to check the place out for her wedding.
Just the previous night, Isabel had called me in tears.
“The venue canceled on us, Dad,” she’d sobbed. “The wedding is this weekend! What are we going to do?”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.
I think I have the perfect solution.”
I spoke to my boss first thing that morning. There were no events booked for the main hall that weekend, so it would be perfect for Isabel’s wedding.
“Of course, I’ll accept a last-minute booking,” Mr. Greene replied.
“You’ve been with us 15 years now, Carl. It’s the least I can do.”
Isabel was ecstatic when I told her. She promised that she and Trevor would fly in today to see the venue.
Isabel had moved to Chicago four years earlier, and that day, I was finally going to meet Trevor, the successful businessman who had swept her off her feet.
When the heavy main doors swung open, I turned expectantly.
A man in an expensive suit strode in and glanced around the hall. When he spotted me, he scowled.
“Seriously? I thought we were viewing a luxury venue, not walking into a janitor’s closet.”
“Excuse me?
Sir, this room is being readied for—”
“For me,” he cut me off. “And I don’t want you in here when Isabel arrives. We’re trying to picture a wedding here, not a mop commercial.”
My jaw dropped at the mention of my daughter’s name.
That couldn’t be Trevor, the man Isabel described as kind and charming. But the expensive suit and the casual use of Isabel’s name… My heart sank.
“Come on, don’t just stand there gawking.” Trevor shooed me away.
“Get out of here, janitor. No one wants you ruining the aesthetic.”
This man is supposed to become my son-in-law?Not on my watch!
Fury built in my chest. I headed for the door.
Not because he’d sent me away, but because I was determined to find Isabel and tell her about her fiancé’s disrespectful behavior.
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