My Dad Claimed He Paid for My Entire Wedding in His Speech — But It Was Really My Stepfather Who Covered Every Single Expense
The reception hall glowed the way late afternoons sometimes do when they forget to fade — warm amber lights strung overhead like small constellations, soft brass notes drifting between the clink of glasses, and the gentle hum of people I love gathered in one space. My husband was at the bar, laughing loudly with his…