Mom’s face went white.
Daniel stepped beside me.
He didn’t take the microphone.
He simply stood there.
Khloe looked toward Lorraine.
“Mom?”
Lorraine’s eyes darted around the room.
“We’ll discuss this later.”
I nodded.
“That’s exactly what I suggested six weeks ago when I said there would be no gender reveal at my wedding.”
Then I handed the microphone back to the DJ.
But before he could speak, Lena hurried toward us.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said quietly. “We need everyone to step away from the terrace while our staff deal with the smoke.”
The venue manager had already instructed Tyler to stop using the canister.
One of the guests was coughing.
An employee was opening the opposite doors to improve ventilation.
Lena looked at my mother.
“Mrs. Parker, we expressly refused authorization for these effects.”
Mom stared.
“It was just a little smoke!”
“It was an unauthorized smoke effect brought onto the property. We need to make sure the area is safe before continuing.”
Khloe stepped forward.
“You’re seriously making an issue out of my baby’s gender reveal?”
Lena remained professional.
“I’m addressing the safety issue, ma’am.”
Daniel took my hand.
“We’ll give you whatever time you need,” he told her.
She nodded gratefully.
Then he turned toward me.
“Come with me.”
