“Ma’am, I’m sorry, this area is reserved for close relatives only.”
I glanced down at my sons.
Then back at her.
“I promise you,” I said coldly, “you won’t find anyone here more closely related to the groom than his biological children.”
And with that, I sat down gracefully between my boys while the wedding began collapsing before the music even started.
Eleanor stormed downstairs moments later.
Her face looked stretched tight with fury and panic.
“What is the meaning of this?” she hissed at me. “Leave immediately before I have security drag you out!”
“Try it,” I replied calmly.
I nodded toward the guests.
“The senator is watching. Reporters are filming. If one security guard touches my children, I’ll sue you publicly. And unlike five years ago, Eleanor… I now have far more money than you do.”
Her expression cracked slightly.
Then her eyes drifted helplessly toward the boys.
The resemblance was undeniable.
