I felt something hot and protective rise in my chest so fast it scared me because I wasn’t looking at a wedding anymore. I was looking at a grown woman humiliating my five-year-old daughter.
No one was going to treat my child like that.
I stepped between them without raising my voice.
“That’s enough! Sophie, come here, baby.”
My daughter ran to me immediately, and I lifted her into my arms. Only then did I look at Natalie, and her face wasn’t embarrassed or guilty; it was annoyed, like Sophie was a stain on her dress.
Natalie didn’t even try to lower her tone.
“Why is she still here? Who thought it was a good idea to bring her to my wedding?”
“She’s here because Eric asked for her,” I said evenly.
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