When my biological dad stood up at my wedding and claimed he gave me the day of my dreams, I froze in shock. The truth? He didn’t spend a dime. But the man who really made it all happen sat quietly across the room, heartbroken.
The lights in the reception hall glowed soft and golden, like the end of a perfect sunset. Strings of fairy lights hung across the ceiling, and the music drifted gently, something jazzy and warm.
