My Daughter Told Me Not to Attend Her Wedding Because I Would Embarrass Her—But When the Groom Saw Me Holding a Pearl Locket, He Walked Away From the Altar

Laughing.

Tired.

Still wearing the locket.

I decided to leave before dessert.

As I approached the entrance, Margaret appeared.

She carried a folder of final seating notes.

“Marilyn.”

I stopped.

“Margaret.”

For several seconds, neither of us spoke.

Then she said:

“I owe you an apology.”

I stared.

“I understand things became uncomfortable today.”