Gregory Hart, my father, tapped his champagne flute. The music stuttered and stopped. The chatter faded into an expectant hush. He stood near the towering seven-tiered cake, immaculate in his custom tuxedo, the picture of paternal pride.<\/p>\n
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But I wasn\u2019t looking at his smile. I was smelling the air. The scent of high-end bourbon rolled off him in waves, cutting through the flowers. To everyone else, he was the charming patriarch. To me, that smell was a precursor to breakage, to slammed doors and quiet tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cWelcome,\u201d he boomed. \u201cWelcome, friends, family, and to my new son-in-law, Ethan.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cMy daughter Olivia,\u201d Gregory continued, his voice softening with practiced emotion, \u201chas always been a light. And on this, the most important day of her life, her mother and I wanted to give her something truly special, a foundation for the incredible life she and Ethan will build.\u201d<\/p>\n
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