When the heavy church doors opened, Grandpa Arthur and I stepped onto the white runner together. Paige and Lauren stood near the front in their champagne bridesmaid dresses with arrogant smirks, while my parents sat proudly in the front row. Halfway down the aisle, however, my grandfather stopped walking, causing the music to falter and the guests to stare in confusion. Grandpa Arthur turned slowly toward the front pew and commanded my mother in a clear, ringing voice to tell the congregation how she had really paid for her house. The entire room gasped as my father lost his smile and my mother panicked, begging her father to stop.
Grandpa Arthur pointed his cane at them and declared that since Margaret had humiliated me in a house of worship, everyone deserved to hear the whole truth. Daniel spoke up from the altar to support us, and when my father tried to claim that Grandpa Arthur was just a confused old man, my grandfather calmly pulled a large sealed envelope from his jacket. He handed the package to Daniel’s best man, who was also my attorney, Marcus Reed. My mother turned pale as Marcus stepped forward and pulled out notarized bank records, trust documents, and a protected handwritten letter.
