My Stepdaughter Made Me Sit at the Back of the Church During Her Wedding Even Though I Paid for It—Until the Officiant Called My Name
I had ironed my tuxedo the night before, even though I knew no one would notice. Still, I wanted to look right. For Lily. She wasn’t my biological daughter. That never mattered to me. I met her when she was seven, after Lara and I had started dating seriously. Lily was wide-eyed, quiet, always waiting…