“There has been a small adjustment to the processional.”
My maid of honor, Natalie, stopped fastening the final button.
“What adjustment?” I asked.
Corrine smiled.
“When the ceremony begins, Rosalie will walk down the aisle before you.”
I waited for the explanation.
None came.
“Rosalie?”
“Yes.”
“Your daughter?”
Corrine nodded.
“She will make the bridal entrance first.”
For one second, I thought I had misunderstood.
“Rosalie is not the bride.”
“I am aware.”
“Then why would she make the bridal entrance?”
“It is important to our family.”
The words sounded rehearsed.
I looked toward Natalie.
Her expression had gone completely still.
“The wedding begins in twenty minutes,” I said.
“I know.”
“And you are telling me now?”
“The coordinator already has the revised order.”
My stomach dropped.
“You changed my ceremony without speaking to me?”
“It is one small adjustment.”
“If it is small, then it should have been easy to ask.”
Corrine’s smile tightened.
“I knew you might misunderstand.”
“No.”
I looked directly at her.
“You knew I would refuse.”
Before she could answer, footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Kevin appeared in the doorway.
