“Then ask her why my daughter ended up eating saltine crackers while everyone else was having dinner.” Girl’s clothing
I hung up.
The next day, Valeria didn’t want to talk much. I made her mild chilaquiles, just the way she likes them, but she barely ate any. When I asked her if she wanted to keep her lilac dress, she said:
“Better throw it away, Mom. It’s the dress they didn’t want me in.”
I went into the bathroom to cry without him seeing me.
Then I called the ranch. I asked to speak to someone in administration and they put me through to the event coordinator, Mrs. Carmen Ríos. I explained what had happened, sent her the photo, and waited.
Half an hour later he called me back.
“Mrs. Mariana, I reviewed the entire file. Your daughter was indeed registered from the first contract. She had a confirmed children’s menu and an assigned place next to you.”
I felt my chest burning.
“So who changed it?”
“The bride sent an email four days before the event,” Carmen said carefully. “She asked for Valeria’s children’s menu to be removed and her chair to be moved to accommodate two adult guests at the table
“Was my brother copied on that email?”
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