was standing there wearing exactly that color.
Then I looked around.
Two of Vanessa’s aunts were wearing blue too.
They even had coordinated corsages.
This clearly wasn’t an accident.
Someone had planned it.
I tried telling myself there must be a reasonable explanation.
Unfortunately, there was.
And the explanation made me feel even worse.
Before the ceremony, I found Vanessa surrounded by relatives and friends.
I waited until I could speak to her quietly.
“You told me blue wasn’t supposed to be worn.”
She shifted slightly.
“That’s not exactly what
