My phone rang. It was my childhood friend, William, "Invitations sent out, wedding booked and you're just going to cancel like this? You can act recklessly, you can do whatever you want, but what about your mom and dad? They're old and have to clean up your mess? What will those relatives think of them?"
I suppressed a sob, "What do you mean? Even you're kicking me when I'm down?"
He wasn't happy with Mike at all, always thinking his god-sister had ulterior motives. There was something strange between them. I thought he was a bit harsh, but I never paid attention. I didn't expect him to be right.
He sighed, "No, what I mean is the wedding doesn't need to be canceled and we shouldn't let the elders laugh at us. The groom should be changed; I'll put on a respectable show with you."
I contacted the MC, the hotel and everyone involved in the wedding to tell them it would proceed as planned. Just change the welcome photos and move the banquet to the rooftop.
I told my parents about this outrageous plan. Surprisingly, they didn't object; they just sighed, "At least you won't be gossiped about behind your back later."