“Brielle’s trying to balance both families.”
“And the mother-son dance?”
“She thinks the schedule is too long.”
“What do you think?”
There was a pause.
“Mom, it’s only a dance.”
Evelyn stared at the wall.
Then he said the words that persuaded her to wait.
“Please don’t turn this into a problem before the wedding.”
So she didn’t.
She told Daniel to preserve the original family seating arrangements as far as her own place was concerned, but not to confront the couple. She also told him to keep the records of their requested changes available.
She hoped Marcus might reconsider the dance on his own.
She hoped Brielle might relax once the ceremony began.
She hoped the wedding would be more important to them than whatever resentment had been building.
By the time Brielle screamed at her in the ballroom, Evelyn understood how foolish that final hope had been.
Daniel guided them toward a private meeting room near the hotel’s banquet office.
Marcus walked beside his mother.
Brielle followed, still muttering about the photographer and the schedule.
Inside, Daniel offered everyone a seat.
Evelyn remained standing.
“I’d prefer to keep this brief.”
Brielle folded her arms.
“Good. We have guests waiting.”
Daniel glanced toward the door.
“The dinner and reception services already contracted for will continue normally,” he said. “The banquet team is handling the guests.”
Brielle looked relieved.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Daniel looked at Evelyn.
She nodded.
He opened a folder.
