years before.
Mother knew exactly how deeply that remark would hurt.
But Catherine stepped forward.
“I believe my husband, Robert, would be honored.”
I smiled despite my tears.
“He already agreed.”
Patricia’s face contorted.
“You’re choosing strangers over your family?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m choosing people who treat me like family.”
Vanessa attempted to move past me.
“I’m telling James everything!”
“There’s no need,” came a voice.
James stood just outside the open door with our wedding coordinator.
He’d arrived after learning about the destroyed gown.
His expression was pale
