seen my calm, easygoing son look like that.
The guests smiled, expecting some sweet speech from the groom.
But I knew Grant’s expression.
Everything he had kept inside throughout the day had finally reached the surface.
I stood quickly.
“Grant, no.”
Every head turned toward me.
Grant froze.
Vanessa stared.
“What?” she asked.
I kept my eyes on my son.
“Don’t say something in anger that you may regret later.”
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Then Grant slowly placed the glass on the table.
“I’m not angry about
