He glanced toward Aunt Patricia.
“The seating chart I approved had you beside your grandmother. I saw it two days ago.”
I nodded.
“Vanessa confirmed it this morning.”
“I know. The banquet captain showed me the changes.”
“What changes?”
Adrian hesitated.
“Your chair was moved before guests entered the ballroom. The place card was left because the printed table settings had already been arranged.”
“Who gave the instruction?”
“Vanessa.”
I wasn’t surprised.
But hearing it confirmed hurt all the same.
Adrian continued.
“She told the staff it was a family decision.”
I looked toward Grandma.
“Apparently, the family wasn’t consulted.”
“No,” Grandma replied.
Adrian rubbed his forehead.
“I’m sorry.”
Aunt Patricia studied him.
“Does Vanessa understand why we’re upset?”
“I’ve tried explaining.”
“And?”
He glanced toward the ballroom.
“She thinks everyone is judging her on the one day she’s supposed to be happy.”
I let out a breath.
“Adrian, I’m not asking her to be unhappy.”
“I know.”
“I just don’t want to be treated like someone who wandered into the wrong wedding.”
He nodded.
