“Where’s Maya?”
Emily pulled me into the kitchen.
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“She already read it,” Emily said.
I found Maya tying ribbons around gift bags. Her hands were moving too quickly.
“We’re leaving,” I said.
She didn’t look up. “We can’t leave my own bridal shower, love.”
“My mother insulted you in front of everyone.”
“And everyone saw it.”
“We’re leaving.”
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“Maya.”
She set the ribbon down and looked at me.
“If we leave now, she gets to be the whole story,” she said. “Emily planned this. My friends came. There’s cake I actually want to eat.”
Emily stepped in behind me. “She’s right. But we’re not pretending this was fine.”
I held up the card. “I’m keeping this.”
“For what?” Maya asked.
“I’m keeping this.”
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“So the next time I wonder if I am being too harsh, I have proof I waited too long.”
***
The night before the wedding, Mom sent a message to the family group chat during the rehearsal dinner.
“We will not bless a marriage built on grief.”
I saw it while Maya was helping my aunt fix a bracelet clasp.
I pushed my chair back and called Dad.
“Tell me that text wasn’t serious.”
“I have proof I waited too long.”
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“It was necessary.”
“It was cruel.”
“It’s cruel to let you pretend this is a happy ending.”
I looked across the table. Maya was laughing softly with my aunt, unaware that my father was trying to poison another room.
“It is a happy ending,” I said. “You’re just not the heroes of it.”
Mom’s voice cut in. “You’ll regret choosing her over your family.”
“It was cruel.”
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“No,” I said. “I regret how long I let my parents hurt her. Right now, Emily is the only one acting like family.”
The line went quiet.
Dad said, “Then we have nothing else to say.”
“Good,” I said, and ended the call.
I looked at Maya. She’d noticed us now. Her smile faded.
“I’m sure about her,” I said.
“Then we have nothing else to say.”
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***
The next morning, I was fixing my tie in the changing room when my phone buzzed with a text from my mother.
“Do not contact us until you come to your senses.”
I sat down hard on the bench.
For years, I had told myself I was angry at my parents. But sitting there in my suit, I realized part of me was still waiting for my mother to clap.
The door opened. Maya stepped inside in her wedding dress, took one look at me, and shut the door.
“Do not contact us until you come to your senses.”
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“They’re not coming?”
I handed her the phone.
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