"The groom just told us the wedding is still on, just postponed by one day. He also said we printed the wrong name on the photos and banners and asked us to replace the bride's name with Elise Simmons."
A thorn drove itself deep into my chest.
That wedding was something I had spent ten years envisioning, shaping detail by detail in my mind.
Every flower arrangement, every piece of décor, I had spent six months crafting with my own hands.
Benjamin knew full well that it was our dream wedding.
And he was handing it to his student?
I drew a long breath, forcing the pain down before I spoke.
"Fine. Whatever. Just send my things back. Especially the bracelet in the safe."
The manager sounded even more bewildered.
"But the groom already took the bracelet from the safe. He said it was going to be a bride gift for the new bride."
My head exploded with a deafening ring.
I hung up and dialed Benjamin's number. Over and over.
Every call was rejected. He declined each one until the eighteenth, when he finally picked up.
His voice carried a thin, weary irritation.