fingers were shaking.
And suddenly, my embarrassment began to give way to something else.
Fear.
Because Claire wasn’t the kind of person who played cruel jokes. She wasn’t reckless, and she certainly wasn’t someone who would turn our wedding into a spectacle just to get attention.
Whatever was happening, she had a reason.
And judging by the envelope in her hand, that reason had something to do with my family.
“Did my mother know about this?” I asked.
Claire glanced toward the front row.
My mother was crying.
Not the
