That was it.
Without another word, Ed stormed toward the exit, leaving a trail of cake crumbs behind him. The heavy doors slammed shut, and he was gone.
Ryan immediately came to my side. “Come on,” he said gently, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
He escorted me to the women’s restroom, somehow managing to find hair ties and wet towels. While I scrubbed frosting from my face and hair, he stood guard outside the door.
“I won’t ever let anyone treat you like that,” he said quietly when I emerged. “And you know, if Dad were here, he would have done the exact same thing.”
At that point, I looked at Ryan. His knuckles were still clenched, and his jaw was still tight with protective anger. This was my brother, trying to save my wedding day from getting ruined. This was my brother trying his best to protect his little sister.
“Thank you,” I whispered, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything. “You did the right thing, Ryan. Despite everything that just happened, you stood up for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. I’ll never forget what you did for me today. Thank you so much, really.”
But then reality hit me. “I still have to decide if this marriage is worth continuing after it started like this.”
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