“Do you have any vague idea how much of my money I have spent trying to make this wedding absolutely perfect today?!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Brandon studied her frantic face for a long, silent moment.

“Apparently,” he stated coldly, “you did not spend enough money to pay Grandma.” Brittany’s mouth opened wide in shock, snapped closed, and opened once more, but not a single sound came out.

Without another word, she gathered up the heavy folds of her white wedding dress, turned sharply on her high heel, and stormed out through the double barn doors, her long veil snapping behind her like a battle flag in the wind.

The entire crowd of one hundred and fifty wedding guests watched her departure in utter silence.