I froze because there was only one child at this wedding that voice could be aimed at.
I stepped back outside slowly, my stomach tightening, and then I heard it again even clearer.
“You’re NOT going to stand there.
These photos are for real families.”
Sophie’s tiny voice came next, shaky and confused. “But Daddy said I could be in the pictures…”
That’s when the mama bear in me woke up.
I turned the corner and couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Daddy didn’t ask you to ruin my wedding photos,” Eric’s new wife, Natalie, snapped.
She was standing right in front of Sophie with her face twisted in irritation, and Sophie had stepped backward like she’d been pushed… not hard enough to knock her down, but hard enough to make a five-year-old lose her balance and feel unwanted.
Natalie pointed toward the side of the tent like she was shooing away an animal. “Go stand over there.
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