The Wedding Felt Like a Fairytale — Until Dad Grabbed My Hand and Whispered, “Get in the Car, Now”

A Perfect Beginning

The bells had only just faded when we arrived at the reception hall. Golden light poured across the tables, champagne glasses clinked, and a jazz trio played quietly in the corner.

My sister Emily looked radiant in her ivory gown, twirling with David — the man she had dreamed of marrying for years. Guests cheered, children danced on the edges of the floor, and I stood back, simply soaking in the happiness.

For the first time since Mom passed away, our family felt whole again. I thought the day would be remembered as perfect.

I was wrong.

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