The Bride’s Mother Sat Me at the Worst Table — “Know Your Place,” She Said. She Had No Idea I Owned the Company Behind Her Daughter’s Wedding
The bride’s mother looked me up and down with that familiar, thin smile.“Know your place,” she said, loud enough for half the room to hear. When guests were being seated, Margaret Whitfield made a performance of assigning me to the back — a wobbling table by the kitchen doors.“Our poor aunt will be right over…