Love and indifference—it’s not hard to tell the difference when you stop making excuses. As I thought of it, I called the old wedding planner and canceled everything.
Not even a minute later, my phone rang again.
It was Steven’s mother.
“Lucia, have you completely lost your mind? You think you can just cancel a wedding like that? What did Steven do this time? Can’t you stop being so dramatic for once? Honestly—only someone like my Steven would even consider marrying a girl like you.”
The Grants had never really accepted me.
I used to think Steven’s mother was just tough on the outside, soft on the inside. That maybe, deep down, she did like me. But after what I overheard at the postnatal recovery center, I stopped fooling myself.
I answered calmly, “Steven and I have broken up, Mrs. Grant. Isn't calling the wedding’s off the right to do?”
“Broken up? What is it this time—did you upset him again? Then apologize! You're a woman, aren't you? You should know how to keep your man happy. No one else—"
I hung up. I was done being talked down to like that.