Beneath the Wedding Veil

When I returned from my business trip, I found my five-year-old daughter, Selina Whitaker, sitting alone at home, nibbling on some cookies.

Feeling a pang of guilt, I embraced her tightly and asked, "Selina, where's your mom?"

Selina pouted, her face full of grievance, and burst into tears. "Mommy is at the hotel downstairs marrying Mr. Blackwell. She told me to stay home by myself... Daddy, I'm so hungry..."

After settling Selina down, I rushed to the hotel. And sure enough, it was true.