“Mom,” I said calmly, “there seems to be a misunderstanding.”
Her smile faltered.
I turned toward the guests.
“Thank you, everyone, for celebrating with us today. Daniel and I are very happy to be married.”
Several people applauded.
I waited.
“Before we continue, I need to clarify one thing.”
Khloe was still smiling.
I looked directly at her.
**“Daniel and I are leaving for Greece on Monday. Our honeymoon hasn’t been given away.”**
Her smile disappeared.
“What?”
“Our flights and hotel reservations are exactly where they’re supposed to be. In our names.”
Mom moved closer.
“Sweetheart, this isn’t the time—”
“You brought it up, Mom.”
She stopped.
I looked toward Khloe.
“And the two additional business-class tickets Mom bought for you and Tyler were canceled last week.”
Khloe blinked.
“Canceled?”
“Yes.”
Her voice rose.
“Who canceled them?”
“I did.”
The ballroom grew noticeably quieter.
Khloe stared at me.
“You had no right!”
I took a slow breath.
“Khloe, those tickets were purchased with my credit card. Without my permission.”
