For a moment, the room went completely still.
Then people laughed.
And right there at the altar, I realized the man I was about to marry had known exactly what happened to me.
The laughter hurt more than the bruise ever had.
Not everyone laughed fully. A few guests gave those uneasy half-smiles people wear when they aren’t sure if something is a joke or a confession. But enough of them laughed. Enough that my skin went cold. My mother pressed her lips together as if disapproving, though something pleased flickered in her eyes.
Rachel, standing just behind me, whispered, “Olivia, don’t do this. Not like this.”
Voir la suite sur la page suivante:
