Cassandra’s smile disappeared.
“What?”
I raised the microphone again.
“Michael, I came here today to celebrate your marriage. I’ve spent months helping you prepare for it, and I’ve paid for far more than either of you seemed willing to acknowledge.”
My son glanced around the ballroom.
“Mom, this isn’t necessary.”
I looked at him.
“You laughed when your wife threw cake in my face.”
His expression tightened.
“It was a joke.”
“Then explain why I’m the only person who wasn’t laughing.”
He said nothing.
I turned toward Cassandra.
“You’ve spent this entire day treating me as though I don’t belong here. You’ve hidden me behind flowers, placed me away from the family, and removed the dance I’d been looking forward to for months.”
Cassandra rolled her eyes.
“It’s our wedding, Helen. Not yours.”
“I know.”
I paused.
“And that is why I’m not asking you to change anything about your marriage.”
Then I looked toward Adrian.
“Please continue.”
He opened the folder he’d brought.
“The original dinner service and reception arrangements will remain available as contracted. However, Mrs. Porter has withdrawn authorization for the additional late-night hospitality package, the extended premium bar, and the luxury suite upgrade she arranged separately.”
Cassandra stared.
“You can’t do that!”
Adrian remained calm.
“Those optional arrangements are under Mrs. Porter’s agreement. Any cancellation fees will be addressed according to the contract. You and Mr. Porter may arrange replacement services at your own expense.”
Michael looked stunned.
“Mom, you can’t seriously be doing this.”
I lowered the microphone.
