My sister laughed at my modest plans, calling them “cheap” and “embarrassing.” I didn’t bother defending myself. What she didn’t know was that the luxurious venue she’d once boasted about — the same one my parents had paid a fortune to rent — actually belonged to my fiancé’s aunt. And she had offered it to us as a wedding gift, free of charge.
On our wedding day, my parents arrived bracing for a low-budget setup – folding chairs, minimal decorations, maybe a plain cake.
But when they walked in, their expressions froze.
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