Weddings have a way of turning small tensions into public explosions.
But I never expected my own family to turn my daughter into the villain—right in front of 200 guests.
It happened in seconds: a scream, a stain, a finger pointed.
And then came the part that still makes my stomach flip.
Because my daughter didn’t just defend herself.
She proved what they were really doing—using one thing they forgot she had.
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