Whispers spread across the ballroom.
Daniel forced a laugh.
“She’s emotional. Weddings are stressful.”
“Actually,” I said, “I’ve never felt calmer.”
Patricia marched toward me.
“You’ll regret humiliating this family.”
“That depends on which family you’re referring to.”
I turned toward the projection screen behind the dance floor.
“Marcus?”
A man near the back stood.
Daniel’s smile vanished.
Marcus Hale was our company’s general counsel.
Beside him sat Elaine Porter, head of finance.
Daniel looked between them.
“Why are they here?”
“They were invited.”
“To our wedding?”
“To a meeting.”
