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"I know."
"Then why are you angry at me?"
Emma's hand tightened around the microphone.
"Because Dad decided what I was allowed to do at my wedding."
She swallowed.
"And then you decided how I was supposed to fix it."
That stopped Sophie.
"I was trying to help."
"I know."
Emma's voice cracked.
"That's what everybody keeps saying."
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Sophie looked like she'd been slapped.
"You thought you were standing up for me," Emma said.
She glanced around the ballroom.
"You just made another decision for me."
Nobody applauded this time.
Nobody moved.
Then a voice came from behind Tom.
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"Emma."
Kristen.
She was standing beside her chair.
"I think I need to tell you something."
Tom turned sharply.
"Kristen. Don't."
That got everyone's attention.
Kristen looked at him.
Then at Emma.
"Your father told me you wanted me involved tonight."
Emma frowned.
"What?"
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"He told me you wanted me in the family photographs."
