Natalie scoffed. “Well, he shouldn’t have.
This is my day. I’m not having someone else’s child in my wedding photos.”
I stared at her in disbelief. She pointed at Sophie as if she were a stranger.
“She’s not my blood,” Natalie hissed.
“She’s not my family. I don’t want people looking at my wedding pictures and seeing THAT.”
I couldn’t believe a grown woman was saying this about a child.
“That?” I repeated. “You mean a five-year-old girl who happens to be your husband’s daughter?”
Natalie stepped closer, her voice rising.
“I mean a reminder that he had a life before me. I don’t care what promises he made. She doesn’t belong at the center of my wedding day.”
Sophie buried her face in my shoulder and started crying harder, and my hands went cold but my voice stayed steady.
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