: “At least she’s trying to better herself.

Though you can’t completely wash away that middle-class stench.”

That night, Daniel found me packing my bags. “I can’t do this anymore,” I sobbed. “I’m not good enough for your world… for your mother.”

He took my face in his hands, his eyes fierce.

“You’re my world. The rest is just noise.”

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In the months leading up to the wedding, Rosie’s behavior had grown increasingly erratic.

She “forgot” to include my parents in the rehearsal dinner invitations. She scheduled my final dress fitting at the same time as my bridal shower, then acted shocked when I chose the shower instead.

“Well,” she sniffed, “I suppose we’ll just have to hope the dress fits.

Though with all those sweets at the shower…”

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Daniel finally confronted her after she tried to uninvite my college roommate from the wedding. “She’s a dental hygienist, Daniel,” Rosie protested. “What will the Vandermeres think?”

“I don’t care what they think,” Daniel shot back.

“And if you can’t support us, you don’t have to come either.”

That shut her up for about a week, and the wedding preparations were underway.

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Now, back to the wedding…

Dad raised his glass, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that made my throat tight. “First, to my Katie. Your mother and I have always taught you that a person’s worth isn’t measured by their bank account, but by their heart.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small envelope.

“We were going to wait until after the wedding, but given the… current situation, this feels like the perfect moment.”

My breath caught as he withdrew a key and a folded document.

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“You see, Rosie, while you were busy planning this lovely party, Susan and I were planning for their future. We’ve been saving since the day Katie was born. Extra shifts at the garage, Sue working summers, pinching every penny we could.

And today, we’re giving them the DEED to their first home.”

The room erupted in gasps and whispers. Rosie’s champagne glass trembled in her grip.

“A house?” I whispered, tears finally spilling over. “Dad, you didn’t…”

“We did,” Mom stood up beside Dad, her voice stronger than I’d ever heard.

“Every birthday when you asked why we couldn’t afford those fancy parties like your friends had? This is why. Every Christmas when we gave you books instead of the latest gadgets?

This is why.”

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My father’s voice cracked as he continued. “When you were five, you drew a picture of your dream house. Three bedrooms, a big backyard, and a tree perfect for a swing.

We kept that drawing all these years.” He pulled out a worn, folded paper from his wallet. “We found one just like it.”

Daniel stepped forward, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Sir, I don’t know what to say…”

Dad pressed the key into our hands.

“Say you’ll build a beautiful life there. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

I looked at my mom then, remembering all the times I’d come home crying after another of Rosie’s cutting remarks. She always held me close and said, “Someday she’ll see what we’ve always known… that you’re worth more than all her fancy parties put together.”

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Rosie’s face turned an alarming shade of red.

“A house?” she sputtered. “In what neighborhood? Surely not anywhere near —”

“Actually,” my mom cut in, “it’s three doors down from the country club.

We know the Hendersons… lovely couple. They sold it to us at a very reasonable price. They said they’d rather have good neighbors than a higher offer.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

The Hendersons — the same couple Rosie had been trying to impress for years, desperate for a country club board nomination.

“Oh, but this gets better,” a deep voice called from the back of the room.

Philip, Daniel’s father, stepped forward from the shadows. I hadn’t even known he was there. He and Rosie had divorced years ago, and she had explicitly forbidden him from attending the wedding.

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Rosie’s face contorted.

“What are YOU doing here?”

“Watching karma finally catch up to you, dear.” He smiled, but there was steel in his eyes. “You see, everyone, there’s something else you should know. The actual arrangement was that I would cover the wedding expenses, while Jim and Susan focused on Katie and Daniel’s future.

But Rosie here has been taking credit for my contributions… just like she’s been living off my alimony payments for the past two decades.”

Rosie’s face turned an interesting shade of purple that clashed spectacularly with her dress. “You… you…”

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“Me, me!” Philip mocked. “Maybe it’s time for you to leave, Rosie.

Isn’t that what you wanted others to do?”

She stood there for a moment, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, before gathering her designer purse and storming toward the exit. The heavy doors slammed behind her with a satisfying thud.

In the silence that followed, someone started slow clapping. Then another person joined in.

And another. Soon, the whole room was filled with applause and cheers.

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I hugged my parents tight, tears flowing freely now. “I love you both so much.”

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Mom kissed my cheek.

“We love you more, sweetheart. We always will.”

“Well,” Daniel grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist, “I guess this means we won’t have to house hunt during our honeymoon after all.”

The rest of the night was perfect, filled with dancing, laughter, and love. And the best part?

The people who truly mattered were right there with us, exactly where they belonged.

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The remainder of the night felt like a dream. Even Rosie’s vacant seat seemed to glitter with karma’s satisfaction. Her half-empty champagne glass sat abandoned, a perfect red lipstick stain marking her last moments of social supremacy.

“You know,” Daniel’s cousin Miranda confided as we cut the cake, “Aunt Rosie’s been telling everyone she orchestrated this whole wedding herself.

Called herself the ‘sole patron’ at last week’s garden club meeting. Guess that story’s dead now.”

“Along with her social calendar,” Daniel’s Aunt Amy added with a wicked grin. “The Ladies’ Auxiliary Board meets tomorrow.

Can’t wait to hear her explain this one.”

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The dancing was in full swing when I noticed Daniel in an intense conversation with his father. Philip wiped his eyes, pulling his son into a fierce hug.

“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you both from her more. I thought keeping the peace would be better, but I was wrong.

So wrong,” Philip said.

“Dad, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

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As we left the reception that night, Daniel’s dad pulled me aside. “You know what the best revenge is, Katie?”

I shook my head.

He smiled, watching Rosie’s empty chair.

“Living well. And thanks to your parents, you two are off to a fantastic start.”

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