And another. Soon, the whole room was filled with applause and cheers.
I hugged my parents tight, tears flowing freely now. “I love you both so much.”
Mom kissed my cheek.
“We love you more, sweetheart. We always will.”
“Well,” Daniel grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist, “I guess this means we won’t have to house hunt during our honeymoon after all.”
The rest of the night was perfect, filled with dancing, laughter, and love. And the best part?
The people who truly mattered were right there with us, exactly where they belonged.
The remainder of the night felt like a dream. Even Rosie’s vacant seat seemed to glitter with karma’s satisfaction. Her half-empty champagne glass sat abandoned, a perfect red lipstick stain marking her last moments of social supremacy.
“You know,” Daniel’s cousin Miranda confided as we cut the cake, “Aunt Rosie’s been telling everyone she orchestrated this whole wedding herself.
Called herself the ‘sole patron’ at last week’s garden club meeting. Guess that story’s dead now.”
“Along with her social calendar,” Daniel’s Aunt Amy added with a wicked grin. “The Ladies’ Auxiliary Board meets tomorrow.
Can’t wait to hear her explain this one.”
The dancing was in full swing when I noticed Daniel in an intense conversation with his father. Philip wiped his eyes, pulling his son into a fierce hug.
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you both from her more. I thought keeping the peace would be better, but I was wrong.
So wrong,” Philip said.
“Dad, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”
As we left the reception that night, Daniel’s dad pulled me aside. “You know what the best revenge is, Katie?”
I shook my head.
He smiled, watching Rosie’s empty chair.
“Living well. And thanks to your parents, you two are off to a fantastic start.”
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