The old man tried to speak, but the groom cut him off with a laugh.
“This is a private event. The service entrance is in the back.”
A few guests chuckled because they thought they were supposed to.
The bride did not laugh. Her eyes followed the envelope in the old man’s trembling hand.
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“Please,” the old man said quietly. “I only need to give this to her mother.”
The groom snatched the envelope and held it up like a joke.
“Then let’s see what was so important.”