But Ryan's mom seemed oblivious to their discomfort and continued, "We can hold the wedding here, but since we don't know the area well, we'll leave the planning to you. Our side doesn't have many guests, so just twenty tables should be enough."
That's when my mom finally dropped her smile. "We can handle the wedding planning, but who's paying for all of this?"
Ryan's mom immediately replied, "Well, since the wedding's happening here, it's only right that you cover the costs. And you'll need to arrange transportation and hotels for our relatives too. After all, this is a big day—everything needs to be top-notch so we don't embarrass ourselves in front of the family."
My mom let out a cold laugh. "Well, that's a first. I've never heard of the bride's family footing the bill for the wedding."
Ryan's mom caught the sarcasm in my mom's voice, and her face turned stern. "If your family doesn't want to pay, then there won't be a wedding. And when word gets out, it'll be your daughter who's left humiliated."
My mom's face turned pale with anger, but she didn't snap back. She just shot me a furious glare.
What could I do? I felt hurt, too.