I paused, trying to process it. “So… are you inviting more people now? Or still just the original ten?”
She hesitated. “We’re expanding the guest list a little. Not too much—just close family and a few friends. We want to keep it intimate.”
I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Okay. So, am I still invited?”
She laughed more genuinely this time. “Of course! You’re family. I’ll send you the details soon.”
I hung up, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. Hawaii sounded like a dream, but something didn’t sit right. Why the sudden shift? Why did it feel like there was more to the story?
A few days later, the formal invitation arrived. It was stunning—a glossy card with an image of the resort tucked between lush green mountains and the brilliant blue ocean. The ceremony was planned for sunset on the beach, followed by a reception under the stars. It all sounded magical.
But something caught my eye. The RSVP deadline was just two weeks away, and the wedding was scheduled barely a month later. That felt rushed, especially for a destination event.
I talked to my mom about it—she’s the level-headed one in our family.
When I explained the last-minute change, she frowned. “That is unusual. Did she say why they’re hurrying everything?”
I shook my head. “She just said it was a great opportunity they couldn’t turn down.”
My mom sighed. “Well, we’ll see. Just make sure you book your flights soon. Hawaii isn’t the kind of place you can plan for last-minute.”
