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

So I kept it private.”

The answer was simple.

It was also exactly the sort of answer my father disliked because it offered no invitation to debate another person’s choice.

Sophie reached us a moment later, still dressed for her reception.

She looked at my black dress, my wet shoes beside the chair, and Adrian.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m changing the answer to that question depending on who’s asking.”

She gave a brief, unhappy smile.