A special-effects company wanted access to our dance floor.
Confetti cannons.
Cold sparks.
**Pink and blue smoke.**
They claimed my mother had authorized everything.
Lena refused them access.
But that phone call made me suspicious.
So I checked the credit card I’d given Mom strictly for wedding emergencies.
My stomach dropped.
**TRAVEL AGENCY: $11,842.**
I immediately called the agency.
The agent, Caroline, explained that Mom had purchased two business-class tickets to Athens for Khloe and her boyfriend Tyler.
**On MY credit card.**
She’d also tried to change our Santorini hotel arrangements.
Mom had decided my pregnant sister deserved our honeymoon more than we did.
But she’d overlooked something.
Our original tickets were still in Daniel’s and my names.
**She hadn’t stolen our honeymoon. She’d bought Khloe a SECOND one with my money.**
And the new tickets were still refundable.
I canceled them.
Froze Mom’s card.
And secured our original trip.
Then I told Daniel everything.
We decided to get married without another family argument.
The ceremony was beautiful.
Daniel cried when he saw me.
Khloe behaved.
For a moment, I thought we’d survived.
Then the DJ announced our first dance.
Daniel took my hand.
