Your husband's girlfriend's father

After a couple of minutes of standing there, in the midst of their clients, reporters, the Taylors, and security details, Mr. Briggs and the rest of his family could feel the weight of embarrassment crushing their chests.

And when they didn't provide their invites after a while, the reporters and the photographers weren’t giving them a second to breathe as their cameras' lights continued to flash nonstop.

“Don’t you have an invite, Mr. Briggs?” Mark asked, knowing fully well that they didn’t.

The mumblings of everyone in the surroundings only increased in volume due to Mark’s question, and all of the Briggs knew very well that they weren’t getting any good press out of this incident anytime soon.

Yet, Deborah tried to savage the moment by saying, “We do have invitations. But we were in so much of a hurry to get here that we left it home.”

What she thought would savage the moment only made it worse and the whispers around them only grew louder.

“It doesn’t make sense that they would