Time for the eighth weekly Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The image below is from Scholty1970@Pixabay.com.
Everything was in place.
Each table on the stage sat eight, so plenty of room for her immediate family.
The main table overlooked them all, and those of lesser standing had bench seats and trestle tables in the aisles.
Marianne was in her element.
What better way to prove to her son that his choice of bride was not worthy of their status.
Three hours later Marianne was being comforted by her family as she held a crumpled note in her fist announcing that the pair had eloped.