Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Part One
- From the Website of Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds
- Chapter 1The Call
- Chapter 2The Call
- Chapter 3The Reveal
- Chapter 4The Reveal
- Chapter 5The Media Play
- Chapter 6The Dinner
- Chapter 7The Dinner
- Chapter 8The Cab Ride
- Chapter 9The Dress
- Chapter 10The Beginnings of the Middle
- Chapter 11The Dress
- Chapter 12The Favor
- Chapter 13The Engagement Party
- Chapter 14The Engagement Party
- Chapter 15The Visit Prep
- Chapter 16The Appalling Call
- Chapter 17Paltrowed
- Chapter 18Venue Hunting
- Chapter 19The Miracle of La Mariposa
- Chapter 20The Call-Off Call
- Chapter 21The Blow-Off Call
- Chapter 22The Conversation
- Chapter 23The Strategy
- Chapter 24The Parting
- Chapter 25The Pickup
- Chapter 26Cards on the Table
- Part TwoFall
- Chapter 27The One that Got Away
- Chapter 28Operation Butterfly
- Chapter 29Dinner with Timmo
- Chapter 30The Scheme
- Chapter 31The Scheme
- Part ThreeWinter
- Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds . . .
- Chapter 32The Arrivals
- Chapter 33The Mothers’ Tea
- Chapter 34The Rehearsal Dinner
- Chapter 35The Day Of
- Wedding of the Year
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Lian Dolan
- About the Publisher
Alexa felt a lightness of being from all the good energy in the room and it took her a second to hear the distress in her daughter’s voice. Finally, she did as she was told. That’s when she saw Penny for real. She looked devastated. “What’s the matter? Are you crying?”
Penny was crying. “It’s off, Mom. The wedding’s off. And it’s all my fault. And yours.”
Chapter 20
The Call-Off Call
The Mother of the Bride
Alexa excused herself from the others and found a quiet spot in the library. She positioned the phone so she could sit at the desk and focus on her daughter. Penny’s face was a mess, streaked and wet, like she was eleven years old and hadn’t been invited to Mallory Marquart’s birthday party because she lived in the “poor section” of town. Alexa used the same tone of voice now that she used then, gentle but firm. “Penny, Penny. What do you mean the wedding’s off?”
“We got into a huge fight. I had to work, he had to work. I felt terrible bailing on the trip home this weekend and I took it out on Chase. And he tried to calm me down, but I . . . I don’t know, Mom. I don’t know what happened. We’re both under so much pressure with my work and his campaign and the future of democracy. If I hear that stump speech one more time! So then I said terrible things about being dragged around to all these stupid fundraising events, about having no shared goals and that he was more interested in his campaign than our wedding. And then he said that he was, in fact, more interested in fundraising because I could handle the wedding. How hard could planning a wedding be? You’ve already been to so many and you always come home with a list of complaints, he said. That made me mad because he was right. I do not need another cheap bathrobe with the word ‘bridesmaid’ on the back. And then I questioned his commitment to me and he said I was the one with the commitment problem. And you know what? He’s right about that, too. I don’t know how to be in a marriage. How would I know that? Who would I have learned that from? Not you. What does a lifetime commitment even look like if we can’t do the simple task of planning a wedding together? It’s too much. I can’t do this.” She ended the monologue with a sob.