Our food came, and I ate what I could between small talk and answering questions. It seemed like everyone was having a great time.
Everyone except for Amanda. She kept making rude comments and she was drinking more wine than anyone else. Seeing so many people complimenting me and David must have been driving her crazy.
“It sounds like you’ve really thought through the wedding,” David’s father commented.
I smiled slightly. “I can picture it perfectly,” I said.
I had answered every question based on my memories of our wedding day, so it must have seemed to them like I had planned every detail.
“David, are you okay with Ella making all of the decisions about your big day?” Amanda asked snidely.
“I don’t really care,” David answered. “It saves me the trouble of wo
