My Father Poured Wine on Me at My Sister’s Wedding to Humiliate Me — He Had No Idea Who My Husband Was

It was not meant to be.

My Aunt Lorraine glanced at the empty place setting beside me with a pitying smile.

“Alone again, Noelle?

It must be so difficult, reaching a certain age and realizing nobody ever showed up for you.” “I’m doing just fine, Aunt Lorraine,” I said evenly.

My cousin Whitney gestured at my gown.

“Nice dress.

Very… modest.

Did you rent it?” I offered a faint smile.