When we exited the chapel, my father blocked Ryan.
“We had an agreement!”
“You lied!”
“You never had it in writing,” Ryan said. “Must’ve been a misunderstanding.”
He took my hand and led me to the car.
At the reception, we toasted with champagne Melissa had insisted on. We cut the cake my parents paid for. The next day, we posted a warm thank-you online for their generous support.Continue reading…