And she assumed I'd be like those cheap decorations, sitting in storage, waiting for her for three years.
"Throw it all out. Even if it weren't disposable, three years in storage would rot it."
Just like her love for me.
It would fade with time until nothing remained.
After I hung up, I pulled up Isabella Delgado's number and stared at it, dreading the conversation.
She despised Graham. If she found out her daughter had already gotten a marriage license with him, she'd probably have a stroke.
I took a deep breath and wired back the eighty-eight thousand dollars of dowry money she'd transferred to me.
I counted to three in my head. The phone rang.
"Wilfred, why did you send the money back?"
"Mom, Carrie and I are putting the wedding on hold. I'm going abroad for three years."
Even though I was telling the truth, Isabella was too sharp not to sense something was wrong.
"Did Carrie do something to hurt you? I'm going over there right now! The wedding is happening tomorrow, and that's final!"
"Ma'am, the wedding really can't go forward..."
But Isabella had already hung up.
That was Carrie's headache now, figuring out how to handle her own mother.
And it was time for me to pack and leave.