“Seventy people who don’t know you wrote a resignation letter for me,” I said.

Seth stepped closer, shooting a quick glare at Paige, who crossed her arms and stood right next to me.

“Four thousand dollars,” Seth whispered, leaning down so his words wouldn’t echo off the hallway tile.

“That’s what we paid for the sanctuary and the fellowship hall.

It’s completely nonrefundable.”

“I don’t care about the venue fee,” I said.

“Well, I do,” Seth said, his relaxed manner slipping as his jaw tightened.

“I’ve got an eighteen-hundred-dollar monthly truck payment to keep up with, and I’m not throwing away four thousand dollars because you got nervous ten minutes before the wedding.”