THIRD PERSON POV
Michelle sat at the long rehearsal dinner table litters with fancy, expensive candles and meals that were tasteless at best.
Everything was going really well for that evening until Carl, Kate's dad opened his big mouth. The broad, handsome ex marine was being the jerky overprotective father.
His angry eyes were fixed on Roland, not caring about the distinguished guests on the table. "My daughter deserves better than some slick talking money machine who probably f***s around behind her back."
Roland's jaw tightened, picking at the awful dinner between his fork. "Kate's a grown ass woman and can make her own decisions for herself. She doesn't need her daddy to micromanage her life."
Kate's cheeks burned red, avoiding the evasive looks of the other guests. "Dad please
