The Words I Didn’t Expect
“I don’t think Sarah is suitable for that role,” she said.
I blinked, confused.
“Suitable?” I repeated. “She’s my daughter. Of course she’ll fit in.”
That’s when everything escalated.
“I don’t want Sarah at the wedding at all,” Nora said sharply. “This is my party, my celebration. I decide who has the right to come.”
For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood her.
But I hadn’t.
She repeated it.
Louder.
Stronger.
Clearer.
She didn’t want my daughter at our wedding.
