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

Then at the locket.

Easier.

For whom?

Ethan’s parents?

Lauren?

The photographer?

The guests who might notice an old Buick or hear a story about homemade prom dresses?

I wasn’t sure.

I only knew that my daughter was being taught to treat her own history as an inconvenience.

And she was allowing it.

I put the phone down.

In the next town, Margaret Price was rearranging family photographs for the reception display.

One photograph showed Lauren beside me at a school ceremony.

Margaret removed it from the group.