Thank you. You won’t regret it.
Chloe hoped that was true.
The wedding day arrived.
Her sisters came early.
Maya, now fifteen years older than the baby who had been left behind, helped with flowers.
The oldest sister cried before anyone else did.
Their father stood outside the bridal room wearing a suit that looked slightly too formal for him.
When Chloe stepped out in her dress, he froze.
Then covered his mouth.
“Dad?”
“You look like your mother.”
The room went still.
He immediately shook his head.
“I’m sorry.”
Chloe smiled.
“No.”
She took his hand.
“It’s okay.”
Then she added:
“I look like me.”
He smiled.
“You do.”
Elena arrived twenty minutes before the ceremony.
She looked elegant.
Confident.
