My mom cried. Then a voice thundered: “STOP.” Rick. The man who’d abandoned me. He strode forward, all smiles. “I’m her father. My blood runs in her veins. I’m here to make things right.”

Dan’s arm tightened. I couldn’t speak. The room buzzed. Then my future father-in-law, Mr. Collins, stepped into the aisle. “Oh, hi, Rick,” he said coolly. “Didn’t expect to see me, did you?” Rick faltered. “You shouldn’t—” “Tell them why you’re really here,” Mr. Collins said. “You begged me for a promotion. I told you to show loyalty, family. So you hunted down the daughter you abandoned to fake being a good father.”

Gasps rippled through the church. My shock melted into clarity. “You don’t get to walk in now and pretend,” I said. “You weren’t there for anything that mattered.” Dan’s voice broke. “That’s my girl.”

Applause swelled as Rick turned and left. The music resumed. Dan wiped his eyes and finished walking me down the aisle. Later, Mr. Collins told me quietly, “He needed to be exposed. You deserved better.” I looked at Dan and smiled. Blood didn’t raise me—love did. And love walked me down the aisle.