"My mother only ever had one daughter. Where exactly did this bargain-bin sister come from?"
"Dad, you know my temper. You want to throw a wedding for these two? Legitimize them in front of everyone?" I tilted my head. "Go ahead. I'll have someone tear the whole thing apart. Try me."
Perhaps it was because I was still, technically, Mrs. Henson.
My father's face went rigid. Glenda's expression curdled.
But the moment shattered when a familiar voice cut in from behind me.
"With me here, I'd like to see anyone try."
Kevin strolled in, one hand tucked casually in his pocket.
The instant Christina saw him, her tears found new purpose. She threw herself into his arms, thrusting her burned hand toward him like a wounded dove.
Kevin's brow creased with concern. He stroked her hair, murmuring softly, "It's okay, sweetheart. I'll take you to the best dermatologist in the city. Not a single scar, I promise."
His voice turned lighter, almost playful. "Our Christina still has to be the prettiest bridesmaid at Mom's wedding, doesn't she?"
I stared at him, my voice cracking. "Kevin. Do you even hear yourself?"