The original honeymoon had been arranged months earlier.
Daniel and I had booked twelve days in Greece, beginning with Athens and continuing through two island destinations.
We had paid for our own flights and accommodations.
The agency maintained separate reservations for each traveler and hotel.
Mom had obtained some itinerary details because I’d shared our travel schedule with the family, and she’d had access to the emergency card.
But she hadn’t gained control of our original reservations.
When she called the agency, Caroline had explained that the hotel changes required confirmation from the actual reservation holders.
Mom couldn’t simply replace our names with Khloe’s.
Instead, she purchased additional flights for Khloe and Tyler.
The $11,842 charge covered two refundable business-class tickets to Athens.
It did not buy twelve days of accommodation.
It did not transfer our original honeymoon.
And it certainly didn’t give my mother the authority to decide who should use the trip.
When I’d discovered the charge, Caroline verified my identity as the cardholder and arranged the cancellation under the applicable fare terms.
I’d also contacted the card issuer to block the supplementary card Mom used.
The refund was now being processed back to my account.
I opened another message.
This one came from Khloe.
*I hope you’re happy. Everyone thinks I’m an idiot.*
I stared at it.
Then another appeared.
*You could have told me privately instead of embarrassing me.*
I typed a reply.
Then deleted it.
I tried again.
*You announced the trip publicly.*
I deleted that too.
Finally, I wrote:
*Khloe, I told you six weeks ago that there would be no gender reveal at our wedding. I also never agreed to give you our honeymoon or pay for your flights. I’m not discussing this further today.*
I pressed send.
