By midnight, my phone was exploding.

Guests I barely knew sent apologies.

A cousin named Sophie texted: I am so sorry.

What they did was evil.

Another message arrived from someone on Eli’s side: I had no idea your family was like this.

A college friend of Clara’s, who had never once spoken to me before, wrote simply: I’m ashamed I laughed.

I should have walked out with you.

I didn’t answer most of them.

I put my phone facedown and tried to sleep.

I didn’t sleep much.

At 7:18 the next morning, Sophie called.

I almost ignored it, but something told me not to.

Her voice came fast, breathless.

“Maya, are you awake?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God.

Okay.

I’m still at the hotel because we stayed over, and breakfast just turned into a disaster.”

I sat up in bed.

Mark stirred beside me.

“What happened?”

She lowered her voice.

“Your mom got a phone call during the family brunch.

She answered on speaker at first because she thought it was the florist or something.

It was Eli’s father.”

I said nothing.

Sophie kept going.

“Maya, he was ice cold.

He said Eli had left the honeymoon suite before dawn and was refusing to get on the plane.

He said the Whitmores were canceling the Tuscany trip, suspending the condo gift they were planning for the newlyweds, and reviewing whether Eli wanted to pursue an immediate separation.”

The room went still around me.

“He said after seeing the video from the reception, his family would not finance a future tied to people who thought humiliating their own daughter in public was entertainment.”

I swallowed hard.

“What did my mother say?”

“Nothing at first.

Sophie exhaled.

“Nothing.

She just went white.

Like really white.

Your dad started talking over her, saying it was a joke, that people were misreading the situation.

Then Clara started sobbing and yelling that you must have poisoned Eli against her.”

I laughed once, but there was no humor in it.

“I hadn’t spoken to Eli.”

“I know.

Apparently he watched the video at like three in the morning because one of his groomsmen sent it to him.

He packed a bag and left the suite.

Clara’s losing her mind.”

After I hung up, the first voicemail from my mother arrived.

Her voice was trembling, but not with remorse.

“Maya, call me immediately.

This has gone far enough.”

Then Clara called.

Then my father.

Then Clara again.

I let the phone ring.

Around noon, Eli called.

I answered that one.

He sounded exhausted.

“Maya, I owe you an apology.”

I said nothing.

“I didn’t know,” he said.

“Not really.

I knew they favored Clara, but I didn’t know it was like that.