but my dad remained resolute. He had seen enough, and his priority was my well-being. My mother, at his side, nodded in agreement. It was clear to everyone present that this was not just about a prank gone wrong; it was about respect and trust, both of which had just been shattered.
As guests began to process what had just happened, murmurs filled the air. Some were shocked, others disapproving of Dylan’s actions. Friends of mine came over, offering towels and comfort, their eyes wide with disbelief. My bridesmaids rallied around me, helping to dry my hair and fix what they could of my makeup, but the damage was done.
