My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years

Sophie placed her fork beside the plate.

“I want to hear it too.”

Graham looked at Adrian.

“Why is he here?”

“Because I asked him,” I said.

Adrian did not supply a second answer that would compete with mine.

I opened the folder.

The January twelfth invitation came first.