"Así que legalmente", continué, "eres la única persona responsable de pagar esta boda."
Justo a tiempo, la organizadora de la boda, que parecía querer que el suelo la tragara entera, dio un paso adelante sosteniendo una carpeta.
"Disculpa", dijo con cuidado, mirando a Nick. "Los saldos finales del evento de hoy aún no están pagados."
Nick se giró hacia mí lentamente. "¿Nunca pagaste?"
Una oleada de susurros recorrió la iglesia.
I crossed my arms. “Every time you asked, I told you it was handled. But I never paid a single cent.”
He stepped closer. “You lied?”
“Yes,” I said. “You planned to humiliate me, steal my fiancé, steal my dress, and steal my wedding. Did you really think I would finance that too?”
Then the caterer stepped in.
“Sir, we need payment approval before service continues.”
The venue manager joined him. “And the hall balance still needs to be settled.”
From near the aisle, the bandleader raised his hand. “Same for us.”
Nick looked around like a man trapped in a nightmare.
“This is insane.”
Lori grabbed his arm. “You have the money, right?”
He swallowed hard. “Not enough. Not eighty thousand dollars. What about you? Can’t you cover Andrea’s share?”
Lori stared at him. “Are you serious? Of course I can’t!”
That was the moment everything exploded.
Nick’s father stood from the second pew, red with humiliation.
“Nicholas, how dare you embarrass this family like this?”
Nick looked at him in panic.
Lori turned toward the guests, desperate now. “Nick and I are still getting married!”
A guest near the aisle gave a short laugh. “With what money?”
The caterer answered before I could. “Not without payment, you’re not.”
Lori’s eyes found mine, wild with fury. “You can’t ruin everything.”
I looked at her standing there in my dress, wearing my life like a costume, and said, “You wanted the wedding. I’m just giving you all of it, including the bills.”
Then I turned and began walking toward the doors.
Behind me, one of my bridesmaids said, “I’m with her.”
Then another voice echoed the same.
Then another.
