“But she asked me.”
“I know.”
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“She promised I could
do it.”
I gently brushed the hair away from her face.
“Sometimes plans change, sweetheart.”
Her eyes grew watery.
“Did I do something bad?”
I pulled her into my arms.
“Absolutely not. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
She nodded quietly.
But I could tell she was disappointed.
That evening, I told Marcus what had happened.
He barely looked up from his phone.
“Jenna changed her mind,” he said. “It’s her wedding.”
“I know that. But Sophie was so excited.”
He shrugged.
“She’ll get over it.”
I stared at him.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to do? Argue with my sister over a wedding?”
I didn’t answer.
I wasn’t asking him to start an argument.
I simply wanted him to care that our daughter’s feelings had been hurt.
