“Karen, I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I trusted her to handle everything with the reception. This… this is unforgivable.”
The line went silent as he absorbed the weight of the betrayal. I could hear the distant sound of waves crashing in the background, a stark contrast to the chaos that was about to unravel. “I need to talk to Waverly,” he continued, determination settling into his tone. “This has to be addressed immediately.”
Later that day, the family WhatsApp group buzzed with messages. Waverly’s parents, who had received the photo from my father, were mortified. They apologized profusely, expressing their disbelief and shock at their daughter’s actions. Maisie’s dietary needs were genuine, something the whole family was aware of, and this deliberate act of exclusion felt like an attack not just on my daughter but on our entire family.
