“You selfish cow.”
My mother shut her eyes.
I looked at her.
There it was.
Not nerves.
Not stress.
Not a misunderstanding.
Vivian.
“You need to call the venue right now,” she snapped. “Do you understand me? Daniel is acting weird, his parents are asking questions, and the planner says if the payment isn’t made in twenty minutes, we lose the reception.”
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