I wasn’t letting her decide when and how my wedding ended too.
I stared at myself.
“No, wait.”
Alicia stopped.
“I want her gone.”
“Then tell her, Jill. Make her leave.”
Before we left the restroom, Nick appeared.
“Make her leave.”
He looked at my hair and went pale.
“I hated leaving you after that.”
“Then why did you?”
“Because Lydia was already nearby, waiting for my call.”
I stared at him.
“What? You left me after seeing what your mother did… and went to her?”
“I hated leaving you after that.”
“She called me last week, love. Mom had asked her to come tonight and make you uncomfortable.”
My stomach tightened.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you kept asking me to keep the peace, and I thought hearing the truth from Lydia might finally make Mom stop.”
He stepped closer.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Lydia was supposed to come in later. Then Mom cut your hair.”
“She knows you’re bringing her in now?”
“Yes. She’s ready.”
That mattered.
He took a breath.
“Yes. She’s ready.”
“If you don’t want her here now, I’ll send her home.”
I looked at Alicia, then back at Nick.
“Tell me exactly what Lydia knows.”
