“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.
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