Dad Told Me To Leave The Wedding — But When He Saw The Guest List, His Face Turned White. He caught my wrist at the doors, smile fixed, voice razor-thin. “What are you doing here, Brooke? This is Tyler’s day. You weren’t invited.” The string lights glowed like a thousand little warnings over the lakeside terrace, violins warming up somewhere beyond the hydrangeas, and for a second I almost apologized out of habit. Instead, I slipped a printed card from my clutch and set it in his hand. His eyes