***
Over the next few days, I made several calls.
“Everything canceled?” my sister asked.
“Venue, caterer, photographer. All of it.”
“And Robert?”
“He still thinks we’re getting married.”
“So that’s his karma? Losing you?”
I’ll handle the invitations.
“Not quite. I’ve got one final lesson planned.”
“Sarah, are you sure?”
“I’ve spent months letting him and his mother humiliate me. For once, I want to stand up for myself.”
“And your plan?”
“Let’s just say Robert will do all the talking.”
I’ve got one final lesson planned.
***
By Friday, everything was arranged.
Robert still thought we were celebrating our wedding.
That evening, Barbara called.
“I’m visiting my sister this weekend, sweetheart. I can’t come Sunday.”
Robert groaned. “Great. Who’s supposed to do my feet?”
Robert will do all the talking.
I looked up from my laptop. “I will.”
He blinked. “Really?”
“Of course.”
His face brightened. “I knew you’d finally come around.”
