But I wasn’t going to take their abuse. I told them to shut their mouths in a clear and direct tone.
And I don’t think they had expected any real retort from my part.
“What are you, a bunch of prissy high school mean girls with a score to settle? I heard what you said to Amber about kicking me out of the wedding. I know you’re being petty to make me feel insecure.
You’re too old to be acting like this.” With a furious expression, Amber stepped out from behind me.
If you’ve ever seen a stressed bride at her rehearsal dinner yell at family members, you’d know what I’m talking about.
Amber berated them for a good ten minutes, and eventually told them to leave. The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and we were set for the wedding. The next morning, everyone gathered for the big day.
Everyone, that is, except the thorny three.
They never sent a message or anything, just refused to show up. Amber didn’t seem worried, though, and we all had a lovely time celebrating her and Don’s union.
