At My Son’s Luxury Wedding, I Was Sent to Row Fourteen — and That’s Where Everything Changed
“You’ll be in row fourteen, right beside the service area.” The wedding coordinator didn’t look up when she said it. Her pen hovered over a clipboard, her voice flat, practiced, as if she were telling me where the restrooms were. Beside her, my future daughter-in-law smiled, her lips curved just enough to look pleasant to…