“Jason, today’s our wedding. I’m the bride. I sit in the back car; you and your secretary sit in front. Isn’t that obvious?”
“Besides, most people with carsickness roll down the window or, at worst, sit in the front passenger seat. This is the first time I’ve heard someone has to sit in the front.”
Selena Quinn’s smugness was unbearable. “Sorry, Lydia, my condition is unusual. Mr. Shen felt sorry for me and insisted I ride in the front car with him.”
“I didn’t want to. It’s against protocol.”
I was furious.
“You know it breaks protocol.”
But with so many relatives and friends around, I held back and spoke calmly. “The first car is always for the bride and groom. If you let Selena ride with you, people who don’t know will think you’re marrying her.”
“Why care what others think? Friends and family here know who I’m marrying.”
Seeing I couldn’t convince him, I went to his mother.
“Mom, Jason insists his secretary rides in the first car and told me to find a seat in the back.”
Before she could reply, his sister interrupted.
“Sis-in-law, if my brother asked you to, just do it. It’s not a big deal. Why complain to me?”