The elderly man was Sebastian’s grandfather, Roland—Marguerite’s father. Months earlier, Roland had overheard Marguerite complaining that our wedding was “too expensive” and telling relatives she would eventually make Sebastian “come to his senses.” Without creating drama, he had asked our coordinator to keep his private estate available as an emergency backup through the wedding weekend. The catering company, band, and transportation were all vendors Roland had worked with for years.
My one phone call had been to the coordinator. The moment I told her Marguerite had canceled our reception without permission, she called Roland and activated the contingency plan. It wasn’t identical to what we had planned, but eighty people had food, music, tables, and somewhere beautiful to celebrate.
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