I searched her face for an explanation, but she gave me none. There was something behind her eyes. Not anxiety exactly, something closer to resolve. David appeared beside her, the groom, tall, steady-looking, with the kind of quiet confidence that doesn’t need a loud room. He extended his hand.
“Clare told me everything,” he said. “It’s an honor, Evelyn.”
“Everything?”
The words snagged on something in my chest. What exactly had Clare told him? She squeezed my hands one last time.
“You’re the reason I’m standing here today, Ev, and tonight everyone will know.”
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