The text from my cousin Jessica was cold. A wall of words to thirty different people. “Due to unforeseen budget cuts, we have to shrink our guest list.
We are so, so sorry.” Sorry. My mom was out a $700 plane ticket. My uncle had already sent a thousand-dollar check.
We were all hurt, but mostly just confused. Jessica’s fiancé, Mark, came from money. Big money.
“Budget cuts” made no sense. Two weeks went by in a weird silence. No calls.
No other texts. I was on the couch, just scrolling through Instagram, trying to make my brain shut up. That’s when I saw it.
A post from Stacy, Jessica’s maid of honor. It was a picture of a new invitation. Sleek, black, gold font.
Nothing like the flowery one we got. Stacy’s caption was bubbly: “So PROUD of my girl for reaching Diamond Level! Your Wealth Wedding is going to be an inspiration to us all!
Can’t wait to celebrate and network! #LevelUp”
I zoomed in on the picture. Underneath a smiling photo of Jessica and Mark were three columns.
Bronze Partner: $500 Entry. Silver Partner: $2,000 Entry. Diamond Partner: $10,000 Entry.
My blood went cold. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a conference.
At the bottom of the invitation, in tiny letters, was a disclaimer. “Attendance confirms your buy-in to the Infinity Lifestyles starter package at your chosen Partner Level.”
My hands were shaking as I took a screenshot. I sent it to the family group chat we’d created after the mass un-invitation, a chat titled “What the Heck, Jessica?” The responses came in a flood.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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