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

“Tonight has already had enough surprises.”

She looked at him.

“You created the first one.”

His expression hardened.

Then he walked toward the seating area as though changing the location could restore his control of the conversation.

I remained where I was.

For the first time, he had to wait to see whether I would follow.

PART 3 — January Twelfth