I looked straight into her eyes.
“You used my daughter as a prop for your Instagram wedding,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “She’s not your flower girl. She’s a child. And she had no idea why she was here.”
Rachel rolled her eyes.
“Well, she looked cute,” she said. “I needed a little girl as a flower girl for the photos. And it’s not like we have one of our own… yet.”
I was about to explode. I wanted to say things I would’ve regretted later, but that moment never came.
One of Rachel’s bridesmaids, Sarah, stepped forward. I didn’t know that woman, but she looked seriously disgusted by what she’d just heard.
“She planned this whole thing,” Sarah announced. “Rachel told us she needed a flower girl for the pictures, and that she’d get Leo to ‘borrow his kid’ and make it happen. She literally said, ‘Her mom will fall for it. Just tell her it’s a daddy-daughter weekend.'”
That’s when all eyes shifted to Rachel.
“Oh, Sarah’s just jealous,” she said with a fake laugh. “She just wants to ruin my day.”
But it was too late. People were already looking at Rachel and Leo with judgment in their eyes.
One of the groomsmen, Leo’s cousin, turned to me and said, “I’m so sorry, Stacey. I had no idea they were lying to you.”
I nodded, too drained to speak. What was there left to say?
I had seen enough. These people didn’t deserve another second of my time, and my daughter certainly didn’t deserve to be in the middle of it.
Without a word, I picked Lily up and walked straight out of that place. I didn’t look back.
By Monday morning, half the bride’s side had unfollowed her on social media. She even took the wedding photos down from Instagram.
Honestly, I wasn’t surprised. This is what you get when you use someone else’s child as a prop for your wedding photos.
Looking back, I’m just grateful my sister called me that day. If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have known the truth until it was too late.
Thanks to her, I was able to bring Lily home safely.
And Leo? He’s not getting a chance to be near my daughter anytime soon. Not until he learns what it means to be a father.
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