For three days, Daniel noticed nothing. He continued discussing the wedding as though it were another business project bearing his name. He instructed me about the band, seating arrangements, and lighting, never questioning who had paid for everything. I listened without arguing. I had already made my decision, and there was nothing left to negotiate. The opportunity to make that decision public arrived at his quarterly investor luncheon at Solara, a restaurant where he regularly entertained the people whose approval mattered most to him.
I arrived early and waited upstairs in a private room overlooking the dining area. Through the tinted windows, I watched guests arrive, including his mother, Vivienne, and his associate Priya. Daniel entered confidently, greeted everyone, and settled into his chair. A few moments later, an envelope was delivered to him. He opened it expecting something ordinary. Instead, he found a letter explaining that the wedding he had been planning to celebrate was no longer happening.
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