On my wedding day, I found the main table replaced — 9 seats taken by my husband’s family while my parents were left standing.

guests quieted to listen. “We had to rearrange things slightly. The family table should appear respectable in photographs.”

The words landed like ice water.

Elena’s throat tightened painfully.

“Where are my parents supposed to sit?” she asked quietly.

Celeste glanced toward them with deliberate contempt.

“Somewhere less noticeable,” she replied. “They look continue reading …