Ryan's father raised his hand and roared, "You little bastard! You dare lay a hand on her? I told you to treat Hannah right, and this is how you do it? If you so much as lift a finger today, you'll regret it!"
Ryan stared at his father, the color draining from his face little by little.
The hall was dimly lit, and with the huge crowd that had just poured in, Ryan hadn't spotted his parents at all when he charged off the stage.
But now he looked over.
It wasn't just his parents who'd shown up to this wedding. Every single one of his relatives was here, all eyes fixed on him.
The looks they shot him were laced with disappointment, hurt, and even outright disgust.
Ryan turned his head and stared hard at me.
"Hannah! How dare you invite my entire family here?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
J
