I searched for my parents’ names.
They were not.
I turned my head and saw, several meters, two folding chairs placed next to a side column, even outside the front of the table. No fancy tablecloth, no floral arrangements, no poster. As if they were added guests by commitment.
“What is this?” I asked.
The coordinator of the event swallowed saliva before responding.
“Mrs. Patricia asked for the change this morning. He said it was a family decision and that he had approval from the boyfriend.
I felt a dry blow to my chest.
Approval of the groom?
“That’s what she said.
At that moment Patricia appeared, my future mother-in-law, impeccable with her dark green dress and a sharp smile that never reached the eyes. He looked at my parents’ chairs and then looked at me.
Don’t drama, Sofia. Your parents can be there perfectly. Total, they are not used to these environments.
