And finally, at Vanessa herself.
She wasn’t even listening to Sean.
She was staring at me, her eyes glinting victoriously.
And that’s when I knew this job had been a setup.
She was staring at me, her eyes glinting victoriously.
My head was spinning, but I knew two things for certain.
ONE: I could not lose my cool.
And TWO: I could not stand by and do nothing.
So I stepped up onto the podium.
I reached for the microphone.
Vanessa moved at the same time, but I got there first.
I reached for the microphone.
The feedback shrieked across the courtyard.
The quartet stopped.
Three hundred guests turned toward me.
“Before the ceremony begins,” I said, surprised by how steady my voice sounded, “I need to congratulate the bride.”
Vanessa paused.
“She has managed to keep one detail of this wedding completely secret from me.” I continued. “I never once guessed the groom was my husband of eight years.”
