“What?”
“I’m your mother.”
“You’re not invited.”
I couldn’t hear anything coming from her end.
Then she said, “Excuse me?”
Ryan set his knife down.
“You heard me.”
“I’m your mother.”
“I bet this is her doing.”
“Yes.”
“You cannot exclude the groom’s mother from his wedding.”
“I can.”
“I bet this is her doing.”
“No.”
His voice hardened.
“You destroyed our invitations because we wouldn’t let you control the guest list.”
“This is my decision.”
Mavis started shouting.
Ryan waited until she stopped long enough to breathe.
Then he said, “You destroyed our invitations because we wouldn’t let you control the guest list.”
“It was an accident!”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Mom, there were ninety-six envelopes sitting in the center of a table.”
“You have no proof.”
Ryan laughed quietly.
“Mom, there were ninety-six envelopes sitting in the center of a table.”
