The Two-Tiered Wedding Chapter 2

But then I thought about our three-year relationship, and all the relatives waiting outside.

I was trapped.

This was the man I had fought my parents so hard for, blinding myself to all his red flags.

We were already at the venue. The guests were seated.

Backing out now would be a catastrophic, humiliating scandal.

I took a deep, shaky breath, trying my absolute hardest not to lose my mind.

"Go find the manager right now and change the catering back to the premium package."

"My parents paid for this reception. You know exactly what was agreed upon."

"More importantly, today isn't just about my extended family. My dad's business partners and clients are out there."

"Did you even think about the consequences of insulting them like this?"

The excited, daydreaming look on Liam's face instantly vanished, replaced by a sullen scowl.

"I can't change it back... I told the manager to downgrade the order the very next day after you finalized the menu."

"The kitchen definitely prepped all the food in advance!"

"Besides, they're just here to celebrate our marriage. Who actually cares if the food is a little cheap?"

It felt like a ball of fire was lodged in my throat. I was literally shaking with rage.

"Then go out there and tell your relatives they're sitting at the wrong tables! Tell them to switch!"

"Let my dad's business partners sit at the tables with the top-shelf liquor and steak! All the relatives get the basic package!"

The moment I suggested moving his family, Liam stiffened defensively.

He stuck his neck out and argued back:

"We can't do that! How humiliating would it be to serve my family cheap food?!"

I let out a harsh, incredulous laugh. Oh, so now he understands it's humiliating. But he was perfectly fine serving that exact same garbage to my family?

"Besides, they're already seated! If I make them move now, how am I supposed to look them in the eye?!"

"Are you trying to ruin me?!"

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I slammed my hand down hard on the vanity table.

CRASH! Everything on the table swept onto the floor.

I stood up and screamed at him:

"And what exactly are YOU doing to ME?!"

"Did you forget that when we were negotiating this wedding, your family cried poverty over and over again?!"

"I felt bad for you! I didn't ask you to pay a single cent! I let your family eat and drink for free on my dime, under the strict condition that everyone received the exact same premium treatment!"

"And what happens? I pay the bill, and I end up being the one humiliated?!"

"That is not how the world works! Liam, do you still want to get married or not?!"

I roared at Liam, and the suffocating pressure in my chest finally eased a fraction. I took a deep breath of air.

Liam was completely stunned that I would threaten to call off the wedding. He stared at me, his eyes wide in disbelief, looking like a chicken being choked.

Before Liam could even utter a word, the door to the bridal suite was violently kicked open.

"How dare you speak to my son like that?!"