He remembered how Anthony had flatly refused to even meet Veronica after learning she was the woman Jayden had chosen to marry. There had been no invitation to dinner, no tea prepared in the study, no warming fires. That vehement, uncompromising opposition had reached Veronica's ears as well, though she had merely smiled it off with a stoic, heartbreaking dignity. There had been no joyous family celebration, no rich traditions passed down, and certainly no warm welcomes like the ones Anthony was showering upon Sarah now.
His first marriage had been met with such fierce, iron-clad hostility that his father hadn't even deigned to attend the ceremony, leaving Jayden to stand at the altar with an empty seat where his family ought to have been.
