“We didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.
“Then respect my choice,” I said gently. “Be present for my wedding, but after that, you can go your own way again.”
Following the confrontation, my parents appeared to understand, if only little.
Everyone was quiet when we exited the restaurant, with the exception of Mark and my in-laws. I didn’t see the purpose in cancelling the meal due to the disagreement.
We sat down to dine, everyone lost in their own thoughts, while Carol commented on seeing me in my dress.
“Mark, you’re in for quite a treat.
“Carina looks stunning in that dress,” she murmured, diving into her salmon.
I smiled at my future mother-in-law. I had always known mom loved me, but her comments that day made me understand how much.
I was lucky. I had gotten lucky with Mark, but even more so with his parents.
I watched as my mother’s face fell when Carol went on, talking about the dress fitting.
But I didn’t have it in me to make her feel better.
After dinner, we left the restaurant, parting ways with my parents and sister.
“We’ll see you at the wedding,” my father said, getting into the car.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll see you then.”
Let’s see what happens at my wedding.
What would you have done?
