And I would burn every ounce of my professional discretion to the ground before I would let my daughter carry that.

So I took Hannah’s hand, and I walked with her toward the microphone by the arbor.

Chapter 9 — The Announcement

The wedding music stopped abruptly as the coordinator finally realized the plan had changed.

“Thank you all for coming today,” I said into the microphone.

“But this wedding will not take place.” A confused murmur moved through the rows of chairs.

Pamela rushed up behind us.