day.
I looked at her.
“The dress was never really the issue.”
“I know.”
Grant dropped heavily into his chair.
I walked over and placed my hand on his shoulder.
He covered my hand with his.
For once, he didn’t apologize.
He didn’t insist everything would be okay.
He simply sat there.
The reception never returned to its earlier cheerful atmosphere.
People spoke more quietly.
Some guests left early.
Vanessa and Grant went outside and talked privately for nearly an hour.
I didn’t follow them.
Whatever happened next needed to
