On my wedding day, I found the main table replaced — 9 seats taken by my husband’s family while my parents were left standing.

for this wedding.”

She tapped her phone again.

Invoices appeared across every screen.

Venue.

Flowers.

Photography.

Orchestra.

Security.

Every payment traced directly back to Moreau Hospitality Group.

Her company.

A shocked silence spread through the room.

“My parents,” Elena said steadily, “spent twenty-seven years selling noodles from a food cart so I could continue reading …