“Please do.”
He hesitated.
Then he said, “I really didn’t know those tickets were paid for with your card.”
I studied him.
“I believe you didn’t know the card details. But you knew Khloe was claiming a trip that belonged to us.”
He had no answer.
Finally, he said, “I should have asked.”
Then he left.
Daniel looked toward our guests.
“Would you like to go back to dancing?”
I picked up my fork.
“Actually, I’d like to finish my cake.”
He laughed.
“Excellent decision.”
He sat beside me.
And for the first time that evening, nobody interrupted us.
***
The next morning, I woke beside my husband in the hotel suite we’d booked for our wedding night.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains.
My dress hung from a hook near the window.
Daniel was asleep with one arm stretched across my pillow.
I lay there for several minutes, staring at the ceiling.
Then I reached for my phone.
Forty-seven notifications.
I almost put it down again.
But one message caught my attention.
It was from Caroline at the travel agency.
*Good morning. Just confirming that your original Greece itinerary remains unchanged. The cancellation of the additional tickets has been processed, and the refund was initiated to the original payment card.*
I exhaled.
That was the confirmation I’d needed.
