My Fiancée Wanted to Exclude My Adopted Daughter from the Wedding – When I Found Out Why, My Knees Went Weak

"But... you said I could too."

I started to say something, but Nora had already turned away, pulling out a pair of tiny white ballet flats for Abigail.

That night at dinner, Sarah pushed her peas around her plate in silence.

I watched her, trying to catch her eye.

"You alright, honey?"

She shrugged and stared at her fork. "Am I in trouble, Dad?"

"Of course not. What makes you say that?"

"Am I in trouble, Dad?"

"Nora seemed mad when I asked about the flower girl thing," she mumbled. "Did I do something wrong?"

I squeezed my daughter's hand. "No, kiddo. Sometimes grownups just get weird about weddings. I'll talk to Nora."

She gave a tiny smile. "Okay. Maybe I'll help with the streamers instead."

I tried to smile back, but something heavy settled in my chest and wouldn't budge.

***

In the days that followed, I tried to talk to Nora. She was distracted, always texting or on the phone with her mother. I finally caught her in the kitchen, Abigail's flower girl dress spread out on the counter.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nora, Sarah's really hurt. You promised she could be part of this."

Nora didn't meet my eyes. "It's not a big deal. Abigail's never been in a wedding. Let her have this."

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