Chapter 2 - The Engagement Dinner Humiliation
The dinner was at some overpriced steakhouse downtown, the kind with darkwood walls and wine menus thicker than their actual menus. I showed up right on time, dressed decently in a navy blazer and slacks.
Nothing flashy. I even brought a small gift. Nothing extravagant, just a nice bottle of champagne and a card. Thought it might break the ice, or at least smooth over the awkwardness I knew was waiting for me inside.
The hostess led me to a private room near the back. I could hear the laughter before I saw them. My mother’s sharp performative laugh, my uncle’s horse cackle, the polite chuckle of strangers trying to fit in.
When I walked in, the noise died just slightly, just enough for me to feel it.
Tyler stood at the center, one hand on the small of his fiance’s back. Her name is Brooke. She’s tall, blonde, the kind of woman who looks like she rehearses her Instagram poses in front of the mirror every morning.
She looked me up and down like I was an unpaid intern who just wandered into the boardroom by accident.
“Jason,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Wow, you made it.”
Tyler clapped me on the back like I was a distant cousin who just flew in from abroad.
“Didn’t think you’d show, man.”
“Yeah,” I said, setting the champagne on the table beside a stack of expensive looking party favors. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Brooke leaned closer to him, loud enough for the table to hear.
“We’re keeping the guest list small for the actual wedding. No plus once, especially for people like, you know.”
Her eyes flicked to me, then away like I wasn’t worth finishing the sentence for.
My stomach tightened, but I just smiled. I didn’t flinch. I’d learned long ago that any reaction, even hurt, was just fuel for them.
My mother raised her glass.
“Let’s just be grateful he even invited you at all. It’s so nice to see you around again, sweetie. We were starting to forget what you looked like.”
The table laughed. A few of the strangers shifted uncomfortably, but no one said anything.
My uncle Ray chimed in, already on his third scotch.
“Hey, maybe you can park cars at the wedding. That way, you’ll be useful and still technically there.”
More laughter.
Brooke giggled like he’d just performed a tight five at a comedy club.
I sat down slowly, setting my folder on the empty seat beside me.
“Nice to see you, too, Uncle Ray.”
I didn’t say much through the appetizers. I let them talk over me, around me. I nodded politely at their fake smiles and exaggerated stories.
I watched my mom gush over Brooke like she’d found the daughter she always wanted. Watched my brother beam like this was the culmination of every expectation they’d ever pinned on him.
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I let them have their fantasy for a little longer.
I needed to make sure I hadn’t overestimated just how entitled they’d become.
