He read the spreadsheet in silence.
He read the venue policy.
He read the Santorini listing.
Then he looked at me and said something I’ll never forget.
“You’d actually do this.”
“I think I have to,” I said.
“Then book it,” he said. “Right now. I don’t want 200 people watching us get married. I want you on a cliff with none of this noise.”
I booked it at 2 in the morning.
Confirmation number.
Cliffside villa.
5 nights in October.
I forwarded the itinerary to Daniel’s email.
He replied in seconds.
“Just us. Finally.”
I canled the Willow Barn the next morning.
Renee was kind and mortified when I explained what had actually happened.
My refund of $16,500 was processing within the hour.
This next part is where things got loud.
If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you stop being the family’s safety net without warning them first, you’re about to find out.
Within a day, my phone had exploded.
40something texts.
My mother screaming that I had ruined Brianna’s life out of spite.