I found out what happened through my cousin Mia, who was there and who, to her credit, texted me a full play-by-play the following evening with the energy of someone who had witnessed a historic event.

With no caterer and no time to find a replacement, the groomsmen had made an executive decision. They ordered fifty boxes of pizza from a local chain and drove to three different gas stations for chips, soda, and paper plates. One hundred and fifty guests in formal wear ate pepperoni pizza and Doritos at what was supposed to be a luxury reception.

Half the guests left before the speeches. The ones who stayed were, according to Mia, visibly confused and quietly furious. Derek's boss left after twenty minutes. His mother did not speak to Sarah for the rest of the evening.

Sarah spent most of her own reception in the bridal suite bathroom. Crying.

Mia ended her text with: "I'm not saying you were right but I am absolutely not saying you were wrong."