I sat across from Jason, fiddling with my fork as the smell of homemade pasta filled our small kitchen. "They asked me to cancel the wedding," I blurted. Jason paused, his fork hovering just above his plate. "What? Why?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. I explained Madison’s unexpected mood swing and the demand from my parents. He listened intently, nodding occasionally, while I felt a mixture of relief and anger as I spoke.