“Don’t,” I said firmly. “Children believe the people who control the narrative. That’s exactly how this kind of control works.”

He sat heavily on the edge of a velvet sofa, staring at his shoes. “My grandfather tried for weeks to keep you off the guest list. My father too. They said your presence would make the investors uncomfortable.

I told them I’d cancel the whole wedding before I uninvited you.”

That surprised me.

He looked up, his green eyes earnest. “I wanted someone here who wasn’t poisoned by their version of reality.”

Liora sat beside him and squeezed his hand.