“Christopher, do not announce private accusations without the proper context,” she demanded.

I turned to face the guests.

“A few minutes ago, I found Hannah sitting on the floor of a locked service room.

Pamela had instructed her to stay hidden until after the ceremony, because my daughter supposedly interfered with the family we were trying to create.” Pamela stepped to the microphone.

“That is a completely distorted description of a complicated family matter.” I looked at her, in front of everyone.

“Did you tell Hannah she could not be part of this wedding?” “I told her emotions were high and everyone needed space,” she stammered.