Chapter 2
So I said, “Fine. Let’s get through today.”
Joan smiled like she had won round one.
She had no idea Claire had already texted my wedding coordinator.
She had no idea two backup shawls were being brought for Madison “for photography balance.”
She also had no idea my dress designer, Elena, was in the building.
That mattered later.
At three fifteen, the photographer wanted robe shots near the window.
I stepped behind the dressing screen to get into my gown.
Claire helped button the back.
Tessa adjusted the lace.
For one minute, I forgot Joan existed.
The dress was everything my mother would have loved.
Soft ivory, yes, but clearly bridal. Long sleeves of delicate lace. A fitted bodice. A sweeping train with tiny embroidered maple leaves hidden along the hem because we were marrying in Vermont in October.
My grandmother had sketched that detail before she passed.
Elena had preserved it.
When I turned toward the mirror, the room went quiet for a good reason.
Claire covered her mouth.
“Dakota…”
Tessa whispered, “You look like a painting.”
For the first time all day, I smiled.
Then Joan stepped behind me.
She touched the sleeve.
“Interesting.”
I met her eyes in the mirror.
“Don’t.”
“Oh, calm down. I’m admiring it.”
Her fingers moved down to the side seam.
Madison stood near the door, watching.
There are moments your body understands before your mind catches up.
I saw the scissors in Joan’s other hand.
Small silver sewing scissors from the emergency kit.
I turned.
“Joan, what are you doing?”
She smiled.
“Fixing a problem.”
Then she cut.
One sharp, ugly sound.
The lace split under the blade.
Claire screamed, “Stop!”
Joan cut again.
The right side of the overskirt fell loose, jagged and ruined.
For two seconds, nobody breathed.
Then everyone spoke at once.
“Are you insane?”
“Oh my God!”
“Put those down!”
Madison’s mouth twitched like she was trying not to laugh.
Joan lifted both hands, still holding the scissors.
“It was too much dress for her. Everyone knows it. Now it has movement.”
I stared at her.
My ears were ringing.
The photographer lowered her camera, horrified.
The makeup artist backed toward the wall.
Claire looked ready to tackle someone.
Joan leaned close enough that only half the room could hear.
“You were never going to outshine Madison. Not in this family.”
That was the sentence that did it.
Not the cut.
Not the dress.
That sentence.
I slapped her.
Not hard enough to injure her.
Hard enough to stop her from smiling.
The room gasped.
Joan touched her cheek like I had shot her.
Madison lunged forward.
“You crazy little—”
Claire shoved her back with one firm arm.
“Take one more step.”
Madison stumbled into the vanity, knocking over a tray of lipsticks.
That was when my father appeared.
He had been standing in the hallway.
I don’t know how long.
Long enough to hear.
Long enough to see the dress.
Long enough to understand that every “misunderstanding” he had brushed aside for years had a face, a voice, and a pair of scissors.
In his hand was a cream envelope.
Joan saw it and went pale.
“Thomas,” she said. “We need to talk privately.”
“No,” he said. “For once, we’re going to talk where everyone can hear.”
He turned to the wedding coordinator, who was frozen by the door.
“Please ask the immediate family and bridal party to gather in the main hall.”
Joan took one step toward him.
“Don’t you dare.”
My father looked at her like he was seeing a stranger.
“You cut my daughter’s wedding dress.”
“She hit me!”
“You cut her wedding dress.”
“She provoked me. She has always provoked me. She makes me look like the villain no matter how much I try.”
A laugh came out of me, but it sounded broken.
“You literally used scissors.”
Joan’s eyes snapped to me.
“Don’t speak to me like that.”
My father stepped between us.
“Don’t speak to my daughter at all.”
My daughter.
Two words.
I had waited more than a decade to hear them said like that.
Not softly.
Not apologetically.
Like a line in the ground.
Downstairs, the main hall filled fast.
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Briar Hollow’s main room had a stone fireplace, tall windows, and wooden floors polished so brightly they reflected the chandeliers.
Guests turned as we came down.
