My stepdaughter arrived at my second wedding in a wedding dress to steal the show – but what my daughter did made her shout, "You had no right!"

"I'm warning you, Leo..."

"What are you going to do, Lauren?" Leo said. "Divorce? Let's make good on that threat this time."

He signed the papers immediately and handed them back to her.

But Lauren wasn't finished yet.

He calmly took the pen that Maya offered him.

Lauren still had one last outburst of anger in reserve.

Like people do when they realize that everyone has turned against them and they are backed into a corner.

She told Leo he was going to regret it.

She told everyone that he had been turned against her.

She twirled in her white beaded dress, looking for someone, anyone, to follow her outside.

Nobody did it.

Lauren still had one last outburst of anger in reserve.

She left all alone, the door slamming behind her.

The sound of the door seemed to release something into the room.

The shoulders slumped.

The conversation resumed, gentler this time, more benevolent.

The guests redirected their attention to where it should have been: on me, on Thomas, on the wedding we had come here to celebrate.

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