The applause grew louder.
Then my mother turned toward me.
“And I know our generous bride will be delighted to share this blessing with her little sister!”
I stared at her.
Daniel’s fingers tightened around mine.
Mom continued.
“After all, family is about making sacrifices for the people we love!”
Khloe laughed.
Then she announced something that nearly made me lose my composure.
**“Thank you for giving us your honeymoon, sis! Don’t worry, you and Daniel can always take another trip!”**
The microphone carried every word.
Guests turned toward me.
Some smiled uncertainly.
Others looked confused.
My husband’s aunt slowly lowered her champagne glass.
And Lena, our wedding coordinator, was already moving toward the terrace with two venue employees.
She hadn’t authorized the smoke.
Neither had I.
But my family had found a way to bring it into the wedding anyway.
Daniel leaned toward me.
“Do you want me to handle this?”
I looked at my mother.
At Khloe.
At the expensive wedding decorations I’d spent months choosing.
Then I looked at the microphone in Mom’s hand.
“No,” I whispered. “I think I should.”
I walked toward her.
She smiled proudly and extended the microphone.
“There she is! Our generous girl!”
I took it.
