She Told Me Not To Come To The Wedding—So I Walked In With The Truth

is her mother. We’re family.”

The young woman’s eyes widened.

“We’ll find our own seats,” I said, walking past her.

William Taylor, Brandon’s father, made his way toward us. He was tall, silver-haired, in an expensive charcoal suit.

“Mrs. Woods,” he said, extending his hand. “This is unexpected.”

“Mr. Taylor. I wouldn’t miss my daughter’s wedding.”

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