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

Wanting did not require me to hand over the folder.

For a little while, dinner became ordinary.

Sophie told a story about wedding flowers delivered in the wrong quantity.

Elaine complained about receiving the smallest piece of cake.

Graham said she always asked for a small piece before seeing what was available.

I almost laughed.

Then Graham reached toward the folder.

“Could I see those copies?”