My Fiancée Wanted to Exclude My Adopted Daughter from the Wedding – When I Found Out Why, My Knees Went Weak
Nora said yes before I'd finished kneeling.
Nora winked at me. "She's got style, Winston."
That spring, our house buzzed with excitement and color-coded sticky notes.
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One Saturday, Nora burst into the kitchen with a stack of shopping bags, cheeks flushed. "Guess what! Abigail's coming to the wedding! My sister finally booked her tickets. Isn't that great?"
Sarah was at the table, coloring flowers in the margins of her math homework.
She looked up, her whole face lighting up. "Really? Maybe we can both throw petals?"
"Abigail should be the flower girl. Just her."
Nora paused, glancing at her bags. "Actually, Sarah... I was thinking Abigail should be the flower girl. Just her."
Sarah's pencil froze. "But... you said I could too."
Nora crouched next to her, tone suddenly sweet but firm, like she was speaking to a toddler. "It's Abigail's first wedding, honey. She'll remember it forever. You can help with the decorations, you're so creative, after all."
