But I started noticing things I hadn’t before.
After the ceremony, the photographer began arranging everyone for pictures.
When Grant suggested taking one photo with just the two of us, Vanessa immediately shook her head.
“We don’t have time for that.”
Grant glanced at me.
“Maybe just one—”
“Grant. We have a schedule.”
He went quiet.
The photographer looked uncomfortable.
I forced a smile and told Grant it was fine.
But it wasn’t.
I had been imagining that photograph for months.
At dinner, things felt even stranger.
Grant started telling his uncle about their honeymoon.
He had barely finished his first sentence when Vanessa interrupted him.
“No, honey. That’s not what we’re doing anymore. Remember?”
A few people laughed.
Grant laughed too.
But I saw his face turn red.
It was the kind of laugh people give when they want everyone else to believe they are in on the joke.
