When my cousin, Lisa, announced her engagement, the whole family was ecstatic. She and Jake had been together for years, and everyone had been waiting for the day they’d make it official.
A few months later, she sent out beautiful “save the date” cards, the kind with embossed gold lettering and a romantic sunset background. I was excited—I loved weddings, and Lisa was like a sister to me.
As the wedding date got closer, I realized I hadn’t received an actual invitation yet.
At first, I brushed it off, thinking maybe she was sending them late.
But as more time passed, doubt started creeping in. Maybe mine got lost in the mail? So, I finally texted Lisa, casually asking when the invites were being sent out.
Her response came quickly:
“Hey! So, we actually decided to do something really small—just ten people in Vegas. We’re keeping it intimate, mostly immediate family. I hope you understand! We just couldn’t afford a big wedding.”
I won’t lie, it stung a little. Lisa and I had always been close, and I thought I’d be at least among the top ten people she’d want there. But I understood. Weddings were expensive, and if this was what made her happy, then I wasn’t going to hold it against her.
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