My Parents Refused to Attend My Wedding Because of My Fiancé Until His Daughter Walked the Aisle With a Sign – Welcome

“I represent your father.”

I laughed.

“I don’t have one.”

His expression remained steady.

“His name is Thomas.”

I stared at him.

For years, I’d wondered whether my father was dead, gone, or simply someone nobody wanted to discuss.

Now he suddenly had a name.

My hand tightened around the door.

“Wrong Susan.”

“No.”

I started to close it.

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