The Day I Canceled Her Wedding

The day before my best friend Sierra Rhodes wedding, I was kicked out of the bridal party group chat.

Were full up on bridesmaids, and with your recent breakup, youre too much of a bad luck charm. Best you sit this one out, sweetie.

I stared at the message, then at the six-figure contract Id personally fronted for her bespoke, over-the-top dream wedding, and a laugh bubbled upa cold, sharp thing.

I had spent the better part of a year pulling strings and calling in every favor I had for her. And this was my reward: being called a bad luck charm.

She seemed to have completely forgotten that I was the true general contractor and silent financial backer of this entire event.

The celebrity caterers, the platinum-tier MC, the vintage Rolls-Royce motorcadeall of them had signed contracts with my name on the line, doing me and my father a professional courtesy.

I was the legal contact, the on-site director, and the one who had paid all the deposits.

This entire wedding, from conception to execution, was inextricably linked to me, not to her, the bride.

I didn't panic. I didn't rage. Instead, I quietly took screenshots of every remaining contractthe final payment terms for the catering, photography, and the car serviceand dropped them into our wider circle group chat.

An hour later, over a dozen vendors announced a service suspension for the next day, citing a complete inability to contact the new "Head of Client Relations."

That night, she showed up on my doorstep in her custom-made silk robe, weeping, begging me to make the wedding continue.

1

It was close to eleven P.M. when my phone screen flashed violently on the nightstand.

I picked it up and saw a gray system notificationa stark, icy block of text staring back at me.

You have been removed by group admin Sierra Rhodes from the chat The Phoenix Brigade.

I stared at the line of text, my mind a complete blank for a few suspended seconds.

This was the core bridal party group. Tomorrow was her huge, high-society wedding.

I tapped the chat, and the app confirmed: You are no longer a member of this group.

Immediately, my friend Lexi Shaws private messages started flooding in.

A cascade of stunned question marks hit my screen.

???????????????
Aubrey Miller! What the hell is going on? Am I seeing this right?
Sierra just kicked youthe Maid of Honorout? The day before the wedding?

I took a deep, shaky breath. My chest was tight, and my fingers trembled slightly as I typed.

I replied to Lexi: Its real. Just happened.

Lexis voice call popped up instantly. I hit "Decline."

I didnt want to talk, not a single word.

Her voice message followed, her tone high-pitched with outrage, impossible to contain.

Is she insane, Aubrey! This isnt even using you up and throwing you awayits warp speed betrayal!
No! Im going into the group now! She cant just kick you out! She has to explain this!

I typed a reply, calm despite the internal chaos, each word feeling like it cost me a piece of my soul.

Lexi, dont. It wont help.

Lexi couldnt process it. Why? Youre just going to take this massive insult?

She kicked me out because she wants to cut off communication.
She chose the night before the wedding because she knew Id have no time to react.
This wasnt a mistake. This was premeditated.

Silence on Lexis end. A minute later, she sent a screenshot.

It was the bridal party chat, showing a new announcement Sierra had posted.

@Everyone, Little change of plans, girls, sorry!
Ethans cousin absolutely insisted on being a bridesmaid, and with family pressure, I couldnt say no.
The spots are full. And well, you all know Aubrey just went through that breakup, and her vibe is a little off right now.
A wedding is a joyous occasion. I didn't want her to feel worse or bring any bad juju, so I just told her to rest up, okay?
See you all at the hotel tomorrow. Love you all!

Below the announcement, a few other bridesmaids had already chimed in: "Got it!" and "So thoughtful of you, Sierra!"

Lexis next voice message was shaking with pure fury.

Aubrey, did you see that? She replaced you with her future husbands cousin! And she called you bad luck for being newly single! How dare she say that after everything youve done?
Every single detail of this weddingwhose hands built it? Whose money paid the deposits?
You fronted over fifty thousand dollars for the planning alone! She hasnt paid you back a penny!
She used you for your connections, squeezed you dry, and is now kicking you to the curb without even bothering to come up with a decent lie!

The words Lexi sent buzzed in my head.

For her Gilded Age Grandeur themed wedding, I had spent half a year of my life and burned through every favor I owed.

The archival-quality Ming Dynasty-inspired gown she had to have? I pulled strings with a museum curator friend.

The fleet of vintage Hongqi cars? I had my father leverage his exclusive business association connections to secure them.

The top-tier wedding planning firm, The Imperial Events Collective? I used a personal favor with the CEO just to skip the waitlist.

Now, the wedding was ready. The curtain was about to rise.

And I, the orchestrator, was tossed aside for being "newly single" and a "bad luck charm."

I saved the screenshot of the ice-cold system notification and the one of Sierras sickeningly false public announcement.

Then, I tossed my phone aside and buried my face in my pillow.

2

Lexis voice messages continued to ping, her anger a hotter flame than my own.

I cant let this stand! Aubrey, youre seriously going to let her get away with this?
Shes doing this because youre hurting and she thinks youre an easy target!
After all you sacrificed for her, she isnt just ungrateful, shes actively stepping on you!
You have to confront her! You cant let her walk down the aisle in peace!

I reached out from under the comforter, found my phone, and leaned against the headboard.

The initial shock and raw sting had subsided, replaced by a deep, bone-chilling calm.

I typed my reply to Lexi: She removed me so I couldnt confront her.
If I call her now, shell hide behind that fake I was just looking out for you narrative.
Showing up and making a scene will only make me look like a hysterical joke and give her exactly what she wants.

Lexi was frustrated. Then what? Just let her win? The thought of her getting her happy ending makes me sick!

I stared at the dim light on the ceiling, a slight, humorless smile touching my lips.

Lexi, we are absolutely not letting this go.

Lexi replied instantly: Okay, whats the plan? Tell me! Im in!

I didnt reply.

I didn't call Sierra to demand an explanation, and I didn't reach out to her fianc, Ethan Blackwood, to cry about my hurt feelings.

I simply opened my laptop and found the dedicated folder I had created for her wedding.

Inside was the culmination of six months of meticulous work.

Contracts for over a dozen vendors: planning, photography, the designer gown, the vintage motorcade, the venue

Every single one listed my name and my contact information as the primary client representative.

Every contract had the final payment date clearly stamped: The day before the wedding. That is, tonight.

I had paid over fifty thousand dollars in deposits, and the remaining balancejust over a hundred thousand dollarswas stipulated in the contracts to be settled by the couple on the eve of the event.

I took crystal-clear screenshots of the most critical page of each contract: the Client Representative and the Payment Clause.

Then, I opened a group chat called The Inner Circle.

This was the main chat for our entire social grouphundreds of our closest friends and acquaintances.

Crucially, the groom, Ethan Blackwood, and his mother, Linnea, were prominent members of this group.

One by one, I sent the dozen-plus contract screenshots. Slowly. Deliberately.

After the final screenshot, I typed a caption, my words cool and utterly detached.

Good evening, everyone. Apologies for the interruption. Regarding Sierra Rhodes and Ethan Blackwoods wedding scheduled for tomorrow: The above are the contracts for all vendors I was managing as the lead coordinator.
To date, I have personally paid the deposits totaling $50,888. All outstanding final balances were due tonight by 10 P.M.
Ive just been informed by the bride that I am no longer involved in any wedding arrangements. Could the new coordinator please contact the vendors immediately to avoid any disruption tomorrow?
@SierraRhodes @EthanBlackwood. Wishing you both a wonderful wedding.

After sending the message, I muted the chat.

A year ago, Sierra had cried to me that her biggest dream was an extravagant, buzz-worthy wedding. She said Ethans family had the money but didnt want to be too ostentatious.

It was me, her "best friend," who had taken the entire burden on.

Id told her: "Don't worry about the money or the connections. Ill handle it. You just focus on being the most beautiful bride."

Now, she was about to be the most beautiful bride.

And I was the "bad luck charm" she had discarded.

Lexis private message was instantaneous: AUBREY! You posted it in the main group?! You absolute legend!
I saw it! The chat just exploded! Ethans moms face must be white as a ghost right now!

Lexi added: My guess is his mother, Linnea, was the one who hated that you were recently single and thought you were bad luck. Sierra threw you under the bus to score points with her in-laws!
That woman will do anything to marry into that family!

I smiled slightly, not replying.

Sierras good fortune was about to take a sharp turn.

I closed my eyes, pulled the covers up, and went to sleep.

3

The next morning, I woke to a barrage of urgent phone calls from unknown numbers.

I ignored the first few.

But one kept calling relentlessly. I finally answered, staying silent.

A panicked male voice came through the speaker: Hello? Is this Ms. Miller? Its Derek Kim from The Imperial Events Collective!

I gave a simple, flat Yes.

Mr. Kim sounded on the verge of tears. Ms. Miller, what in the world is going on? Our entire team is waiting at the venue, and we cant get hold of the bride or groom!
After your message last night, we called Mr. Blackwood. He said hed handle it, but now hes not answering!
The final contract balancethirty-eight thousand dollarsis still unpaid! We cant set up the ballroom! Is this wedding still happening?

My tone was perfectly calm. Mr. Kim, I am no longer the coordinator. You need to contact the couple directly.

But we cant! Theyre not answering calls or texts! Ms. Miller, we took this job as a personal favor to you! You cant just walk away!

I cut him off. I apologize, Mr. Kim. Im just an uninvolved guest now.
The contract clearly states that the final payment is the responsibility of the couple. If they are in breach, you need to follow your legal protocol.

I hung up.

The second and third calls immediately followed.

Hello? Ms. Miller? Its Leo from the photo team! Were supposed to start the getting-ready shots at five! We don't even know which suite the bride is in!
Aubrey! Its Frank from the car team! Those vintage Rolls-Royces your dad securedthe drivers are waiting! We havent been paid the final sixteen thousand, and we cant start the engines!
Ms. Miller

I declined every call, one after the other, and finally set my phone to reject all unknown numbers.

Lexi was sending me a live-feed broadcast from The Inner Circle chat.

The group was in utter chaos.

Mr. Kim posted an all-caps message, tagging the couple.

@EthanBlackwood @SierraRhodes. Is the wedding proceeding today? Our staff and equipment are waiting outside the venue. We will be forced to pull out and leave the premises in thirty minutes!

Leo, the photographer, was equally frantic: @SierraRhodes! Bride! If you dont appear, your morning robe, first look, and leaving-the-suite photos will all be canceled!

Frank, the car team leader, was blunt: @EthanBlackwood, Mr. Blackwood, when will the final payment be settled? If we miss the designated start time, who is accountable for the liability?

A dozen vendors were blowing up the chat.

Sierra and Ethan, however, had completely vanished, not a single word of response.

The friends and relatives in the chat were completely bewildered.

What is going on? The couple cant be reached on their wedding day?
Aubreys contracts show over a hundred thousand is unpaid? I thought the Blackwoods were rolling in cash!
I heard Aubrey was kicked out of the bridal party, and shes not coordinating anymore.
Why would they kick out the one person running the show? Thats insane!

Finally, Ethans mother, Linnea Blackwoodthe woman I called Auntie Linchimed in.

She posted an overly cheerful, awkward emoji.

Oh, dont worry, everyone! The kids are just being young and had a little spat last night. Their phones must be off!
The money is absolutely not an issue! Im heading to the venue now to sort it out! Please, everyone just wait a few minutes!

She thought she could solve everything just by showing up.

She thought that simply throwing money at the problem would reset everything.

Lexi messaged me: Aubrey, Ethans mom is trying to spin this. Shes trying to save face.

I replied with two words: Delusional.

The heart of this wedding was never the money.

It was me. It was all the favors, relationships, and trust I had leveraged.

Mr. Kim replied to Linnea immediately in the group chat: Mrs. Blackwood, with all due respect, the money is secondary. Our team only recognizes Ms. Miller as the lead client. All logistics, details, and design specifications were negotiated directly with her.
We cannot guarantee the final result with an impromptu change in leadership. We will not be liable for any issues that arise!

Leo backed him up: Exactly! We follow Ms. Millers direction. She knew every key moment and shot list!

Frank was even more direct: Mrs. Blackwood, those vintage cars were secured based on a personal favor to Mr. Miller. Now that Ms. Miller has stepped away, our drivers are refusing to proceed. They dont want the risk.

Linnea was completely blindsided, and then, immediately enraged.

Its just money! Just do the job! Ill make sure you are all paid handsomely!

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