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The yard was quiet now. Guests exchanged confused glances, unsure why the ceremony hadn’t started. String lights twinkled faintly above, but the usual wedding music seemed distant, almost muted. I took a deep breath and looked at Juniper, who stood behind me, still clutching her small bouquet. Her eyes met mine, full of trust and silent questions.
I knew I had to make this right—for her, and for me. This wasn’t just about a wedding. It was about honesty, respect, and protecting my daughter from being pushed aside.
I turned to Maribel, my voice calm but firm.
“Maribel, before we go any further, I need to know exactly what you told Juniper and why.”
She hesitated, her cheerful mask faltering. Guests leaned forward, sensing the tension. For the first time that day, she looked vulnerable.
“It… it was nothing, Grant. Just a small thing. I didn’t want her to interrupt,” she said quickly, her eyes darting away.
I shook my head. “She is not a problem to be hidden, Maribel. She is my daughter. And if you can’t respect that, then this wedding… it can’t happen today.”