needed to protect Margot, not stage a public revenge.
So before the reception began, I found the photographer.
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Her name was Sophia.
I explained the situation to her.
— Margot is the groom’s daughter. She was promised a place in the family photographs.
Sophia looked at the little girl in the pink dress and calmly replied:
— Of course. She’ll be in the pictures.
And she was.
Margot stood beside her father, holding his hand and smiling.
When she got tired of the serious poses, she started making funny faces.
In one of the photographs, Emmett lifted her into his arms, and she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
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Sophia captured that moment.
I still keep that photograph to this day.
The reception was held in a restored barn decorated with strings of lights.
Emmett had asked me to give a speech several weeks earlier.
I had written it beforehand.
It was supposed to be simple and warm — about love, hope, and new beginnings.
But that evening, I decided to say something completely different.
After the best man’s speech, the maid of honor’s speech, and a speech from one of Claire’s relatives, the host called my name.
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I stood up.
Margot was sitting at the children’s table and immediately raised her glass of apple juice when she saw my glass.
I smiled at her and then turned toward the guests.
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— When my daughter Phoebe died, she left behind a husband and a little girl who needed him very much.
The room fell silent.
— Emmett, I want to tell you one thing. For the past three years, you’ve done everything you could to make Margot feel loved and safe. I respect you for that.
I paused.
— Today, I intended to give a different
