They hugged me together, both of them thanking me at once. Noah held on longer than usual.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered.
And I believed him. I really did.
On the wedding day, I put on my dress and arrived early.
I wanted to see everything before the ceremony started. The flowers. The lights.
The place my money had helped build.
At the entrance, the coordinator asked for my name.
“I’m Helen,” I said proudly. “The groom’s grandmother.”
He frowned at the list.
I smiled nervously. “There must be some mistake.”
He checked again.
Then a third time. Then he looked at me with apologetic eyes and shook his head.
They wouldn’t let me in.
I stood there for a moment, confused. My heart started beating faster.
I pulled out my phone with shaking hands.
I called Noah.
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