My fiancé.
The man I was supposed to marry in less than half an hour.
He smiled when he saw me.
Then he noticed my face.
“What happened?”
I did not look away from him.
“Your mother says Rosalie is walking down the aisle before me.”
Kevin’s eyes flickered toward Corrine.
It was a tiny movement.
But it told me everything.
“You knew.”
“Jess—”
“You knew.”
He exhaled.
“Can we not do this right now?”
The answer was so wrong that for a moment I could not process it.
“Not do what?”
“Turn this into a scene.”
I stared at him.
“Your mother changed our wedding without my permission.”
“I know.”
“And you are worried about my reaction?”
“It means a great deal to her.”
“It is not her wedding.”
He lowered his voice.
“I am asking you for one favor.”
“One favor?”
I laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“I spent fourteen months planning this day.”
