“The guests are waiting.”
“I know.”
Then he said something I will never forget.
“I don’t want my wedding to begin with somebody being asked to pretend her mother doesn’t exist.”
Margaret stared.
Ethan continued toward the side room.
Lauren followed him.
The church grew quiet.
I remained in the last pew holding the velvet box.
For the first time all week, I wished I had stayed home.
Not because I agreed with Lauren.
Because this wasn’t the way I wanted her to remember her wedding day.
I stood to leave.
Before I reached the aisle, Helen appeared.