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continued expression told me that he would require an explanation very soon. I shook my head “no” once to tell him that that wouldn’t be happening.
Before any further silent communication could pass between us, they had reached us, and Danielle said, “You’ll stay, won’t you?”
“After yours and Ryan’s insistence and the way you both spoke up for me, it would be disrespectful not to, but Danielle, this is your day, and I don’t want to be the cause of any strife no matter how vile and repulsive I find most of the people here.” She eyed the shifters gathering on the stage with hatred, and I think I fell a little in love with her when she refused to back down from Tiffany’s glare when she caught the bridesmaid staring at her. Tiffany was the one to finally look away only to turn her eyes toward me. In a gesture I’m not even sure she realized she made, Leigh stepped further into me. Her back lay firmly against my front, allowing me to move my arm around her, drawing her tighter still.
Leigh smirked at the girl before turning her attention back to her sister. I could have taken her right there if we hadn’t had an audience.
Danielle watched our movements with a stunned bewildered look on her face, an expression that suddenly changed to glee. Dave’s mother barked a command at the same second Danielle opened her mouth to say something. Reluctantly, we all made our way to the stage to suffer through the next half hour or so of flashing cameras.
Through the first dozen or so photos, Danielle, Dave, and I kept a watchful eye on Leigh, but as the large group photos turned to small group photos, she slipped from the chapel. No matter how much she wanted to be there for her sister, there were only so many backhanded compliments she could take. No matter how testy Danielle got with people or how many people I snarled at, they found a way to insult Leigh.
The instant Danielle realized her sister was gone, she left the stage with her husband and me in tow.
“Where are you going?” Danielle’s mother asked.
“To my reception,” Danielle replied without looking back at her family.
“But we aren’t done here,” the woman said. The sadness, resignation, and bit of anger—at whom, I was not sure—was evident in her voice.
“I’m done. You assholes can continue if you so choose.”
“Danielle, how dare you speak to your mother that way,” Mr. Alexander said, leaping off the stage.
“I’ll speak to her any way I like,” Danielle said, spinning around and glaring at her father. “If you all think it’s perfectly all right to treat a person the way you’ve been treating Leigh for all of these months, these years, then it is perfectly acceptable for me to treat you the same way. If you all are going to act like assholes, I’m going to call you assholes. After today, I’m done with every one of you. You make me sick just looking at you. You should be ashamed.”
“Why should we be ashamed? We are the superior being,” Dave’s father said.
Danielle laughed. “Superior, my ass. You’re acting like animals. No consciousness, no dignity, no common courtesy, no tact. You might as well be wallowing around in your own excrement and licking your balls, the way you’ve been acting.”
“That’s it. I want this wedding annulled. Dave come away from that bitch,” he demanded.
The room went silent for all of a second before both Dave and Mr. Alexander turned on the man.
“You will never call my daughter a bitch again,” Mr. Alexander said, stalking toward the man. Mrs. Alexander stopped him before he could do anything, though.
“The next time you ever say something like that to my wife, I’ll tear your throat out with my teeth,” Dave said, and I had to place a hand on his shoulder to calm him. The human photographer had fled the room the second things grew tense, but I still didn’t think shifting in public this way was a good idea.
Dave shrugged off my hand but calmed. “If you
Before any further silent communication could pass between us, they had reached us, and Danielle said, “You’ll stay, won’t you?”
“After yours and Ryan’s insistence and the way you both spoke up for me, it would be disrespectful not to, but Danielle, this is your day, and I don’t want to be the cause of any strife no matter how vile and repulsive I find most of the people here.” She eyed the shifters gathering on the stage with hatred, and I think I fell a little in love with her when she refused to back down from Tiffany’s glare when she caught the bridesmaid staring at her. Tiffany was the one to finally look away only to turn her eyes toward me. In a gesture I’m not even sure she realized she made, Leigh stepped further into me. Her back lay firmly against my front, allowing me to move my arm around her, drawing her tighter still.
Leigh smirked at the girl before turning her attention back to her sister. I could have taken her right there if we hadn’t had an audience.
Danielle watched our movements with a stunned bewildered look on her face, an expression that suddenly changed to glee. Dave’s mother barked a command at the same second Danielle opened her mouth to say something. Reluctantly, we all made our way to the stage to suffer through the next half hour or so of flashing cameras.
Through the first dozen or so photos, Danielle, Dave, and I kept a watchful eye on Leigh, but as the large group photos turned to small group photos, she slipped from the chapel. No matter how much she wanted to be there for her sister, there were only so many backhanded compliments she could take. No matter how testy Danielle got with people or how many people I snarled at, they found a way to insult Leigh.
The instant Danielle realized her sister was gone, she left the stage with her husband and me in tow.
“Where are you going?” Danielle’s mother asked.
“To my reception,” Danielle replied without looking back at her family.
“But we aren’t done here,” the woman said. The sadness, resignation, and bit of anger—at whom, I was not sure—was evident in her voice.
“I’m done. You assholes can continue if you so choose.”
“Danielle, how dare you speak to your mother that way,” Mr. Alexander said, leaping off the stage.
“I’ll speak to her any way I like,” Danielle said, spinning around and glaring at her father. “If you all think it’s perfectly all right to treat a person the way you’ve been treating Leigh for all of these months, these years, then it is perfectly acceptable for me to treat you the same way. If you all are going to act like assholes, I’m going to call you assholes. After today, I’m done with every one of you. You make me sick just looking at you. You should be ashamed.”
“Why should we be ashamed? We are the superior being,” Dave’s father said.
Danielle laughed. “Superior, my ass. You’re acting like animals. No consciousness, no dignity, no common courtesy, no tact. You might as well be wallowing around in your own excrement and licking your balls, the way you’ve been acting.”
“That’s it. I want this wedding annulled. Dave come away from that bitch,” he demanded.
The room went silent for all of a second before both Dave and Mr. Alexander turned on the man.
“You will never call my daughter a bitch again,” Mr. Alexander said, stalking toward the man. Mrs. Alexander stopped him before he could do anything, though.
“The next time you ever say something like that to my wife, I’ll tear your throat out with my teeth,” Dave said, and I had to place a hand on his shoulder to calm him. The human photographer had fled the room the second things grew tense, but I still didn’t think shifting in public this way was a good idea.
Dave shrugged off my hand but calmed. “If you
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