My water broke in the middle of my sister-in-law’s lavish vineyard wedding, soaking the marble floor beneath my feet. “Please—call an ambulance,” I gasped, but my mother-in-law hurried me into a nearby bathroom and closed the door behind me. “This baby will not steal her spotlight,” she hissed.
PART 2 The music outside grew louder while I breathed through another contraction on the bathroom floor. Someone tried the handle. “Claire?” Celeste called. “Mom says you spilled something.” “My water broke. Open the...