He looked toward me in disbelief.
“What am I supposed to do?”
I remembered his words from the garage.
Then I answered quietly.
“You’ve always said Evan has a promising future. Perhaps it’s time you allowed him to take responsibility for his own.”
Dad lowered his gaze.
For once, he had nothing to say.
I stepped away.
Daniel was waiting nearby.
He took my hand gently.
“Are you all right?”
I looked into his eyes.
“I am now.”
He smiled.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
“More than ever.”
After the disruption was resolved and everyone had settled, our wedding continued.
It wasn’t the peaceful ceremony we’d originally imagined.
But when Daniel and I exchanged our vows, I felt more certain of my future than I ever had.
I was marrying someone who respected me.
Someone who cared about my well-being.
Someone who didn’t confuse love with financial obligation.
And that mattered more than having a picture-perfect celebration.
