Hannah reached down and picked up the gold card that said MOTHER OF THE BRIDE.
She didn’t rip it up. She didn’t throw it. She didn’t say anything cruel.
She just held it for a moment and looked at Crystal.
“I asked the planner to put two chairs here,” Hannah said quietly. So quietly that only the first few
rows could hear. “One for you. One for her. Side by side. That’s what I wanted.”
Crystal’s lips were trembling.Study Anatomy
“Honey, I just thought…”
“I know what you thought,” Hannah said. “You can stay. I want you to stay. But this seat was never yours.”
She turned around and held the card out to me.
My hands were shaking so much that I almost dropped it.
Crystal stood there for a long, terrible moment. Everyone was watching her. I could see her deciding what to do. Whether to make a scene. Whether to cry. Whether to walk out.
