My dad called three weeks before my wedding and said, “Emily, we have a problem.”
I was standing in my kitchen, staring at a stack of RSVP cards, while my fiancé, Daniel Whitmore, was measuring table numbers at the dining room table.
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My dad called three weeks before my wedding and said, “Emily, we have a problem.”
I was standing in my kitchen, staring at a stack of RSVP cards, while my fiancé, Daniel Whitmore, was measuring table numbers at the dining room table.
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