“That woman is going to put you in the ground.”
“One more week,” I said, and forced a laugh.
He came down two steps and stopped, silhouetted against the hallway light.
“You still up?”
“Come to bed soon, okay?”
“Soon.”
I watched him disappear back into our bedroom.
Then I sat down beside my swatches.
I pulled up the folder I’d built for Vanessa’s wedding.
Every email, every contract, every note.
And that was when something strange struck me.
Something strange struck me.
I had never once met the groom.
He was only a name — Adrian — mentioned by Vanessa or her hangers-on.
He was always overseas, and any questions I had for him went through his assistant.
I told myself it meant nothing.
I thought he was staying out of the way because Vanessa was so controlling about every detail.
I told myself a lot of things that week that I would soon stop believing.
