Tell me why your hallway or fireplace should have any influence over my wedding.
Tell me why you believe the photographs matter more than the person standing beside me after we both lost our father.
I had already opened my mouth when Daniel reached beneath the table and squeezed my hand.
Once.
“We’ll figure something out,” he said.
For half a second, I stopped breathing.
I turned toward him.
Was he actually suggesting we remove Nathan?
Then I saw Daniel’s face.
He wasn’t agreeing with Margaret.
He was stopping me.
Because he knew me.
Daniel knew that if I began speaking at that moment, I would not stop until every bridge in that room had burned to the ground.
And worse, Nathan might eventually hear about it.
So instead of giving Margaret the confrontation she deserved, I smiled.
Actually smiled.
Then I said, “The salmon was very good.”
