But Marcus insisted we should let the matter go.
So I tried.
For the next several weeks, Sophie
occasionally brought up the wedding.
She asked whether she’d still be able to wear a pretty dress.
Whether she’d be allowed to sit near the front.
Whether Aunt Jenna was upset with her.
Each time, I reassured her that her aunt loved her and that the changes weren’t personal.
I believed that.
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Until the wedding day.
The venue was beautifully decorated.
White flowers lined the entrance.
Soft music drifted through the reception area.
Guests were gathering for photographs and greeting relatives they hadn’t seen in months.
Sophie walked beside me, holding my hand.
She wore a lovely light-blue dress and matching shoes.
She looked adorable.
And despite her disappointment, she’d been excited to celebrate with the family.
We had barely entered the venue when a little girl hurried past us.
