My mother, Marilyn Hester, ripped the corsage off her dress, slammed her hand on the table, and shot to her feet. "It's been five times now, and it's the same every single time! What could possibly be more important than your own wedding?"A hush fell over the guests.Natalie Knight coaxed her gently, "Marilyn, please don't be upset. Something came up at the company."Once my mother had calmed down, Natalie took the velvet ring box from the flower girl, a faint smile on her face. "Honey, I didn't mean to be late. Whatever you want to make up for it, it's yours."But something caught my eye even more than the sparkle of the diamond ring: the bandage on her neck.It was covering the bite mark Brett Morrison had left there."Is that so?" I suddenly laughed.She froze. Then, thinking I loved her enough to forgive her again and again, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.The next second, I charged over, landed a hard punch on Brett, and dumped a glass of red wine over his head.
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