planned to make me look unstable in front of two hundred guests. And you expected me to apologize.”
She tried to speak.
I continued.
“You don’t get another chance.”
Security escorted them away without another confrontation.
Thirty minutes afterward, I walked down the aisle on Robert’s arm.
James started crying as soon as he saw me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered when I joined him.
I smiled back.
“So are you.”
Our wedding became everything I’d hoped for.
But the fallout continued.
The designer confirmed that my original gown couldn’t be
