On my daughter’s wedding day, she walked down the aisle with a br:uise hidden beneath her makeup. Then her fiancé smiled and said, “She needed to be taught a lesson.”

is already with my office.”

Daniel’s composure cracked. “Your office?”

“Yes.” I smiled for the first time. “You should have researched me more carefully before deciding I was just the woman paying for flowers.”

There it was: the clue they had missed, the trap they had walked into while laughing.

He had chosen the wrong daughter.

And the wrong mother.

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