Then the DJ picked up his microphone.
"And now we'd like to invite the bride and her father to the dance floor."
Tom stood.
Emma did too.
Then—
"Wait."
Sophie's voice came through the speakers.
Every head in the ballroom turned.
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She was standing beside the DJ.
Microphone in hand.
Emma went still.
"Sophie," I said.
Too late.
"Before they do this," Sophie said, "there's something everyone should know."
Tom's face changed.
"Put the microphone down."
Sophie ignored him.
"Emma originally asked Uncle Daniel to join this dance halfway through."
A murmur moved through the room.
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Daniel stared at her.
Emma had gone white.
"She changed her mind," Tom said.
Sophie looked directly at him.
"No. She didn't."
"She canceled it because you told her that if Uncle Daniel danced with her tonight, you wouldn't come to the wedding."
Nobody moved.
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Not Tom.
Not Daniel.
Not Emma.
