No Seat for My Parents? No Wedding for You!

My destination wedding with Mason was supposed to be a small, intimate getaway with both of our parents.

But on the day of our flight, I waited at the airport terminal for what felt like hours.

When Mason finally showed up, he brought his childhood best friend, Eve, her parents, and about seven or eight of her extended relatives.

Every single one of them held a first-class boarding pass.

Except for my parents.

I looked at Mason. "Where are my parents' tickets?"

He didn’t even look up as he helped Eve’s mother push her designer suitcase.

"We ran out of plane tickets."