Edward came to
pick me up on Saturday.
There was a large cardboard box in the back of his car.
“What is this?”
“Donation stuff.”
I did not ask the question again.
The wedding was magnificent.Book Venues
Flowers everywhere.
White tablecloths.
Champagne.
More chandeliers than necessary in any room.
Our daughters were delighted.
Then Max saw us.
His gaze shifted from me to Edward, then back to me.
For a delightful second, he remained silent.
Claire stood beside him, dressed in a fitted white dress.
She was magnificent.
I hated that simply noticing it still hurt.
Max approached.
“So, this is your companion?”
“Max, this is Edward.”
Edward held out his hand to him.
“Congratulations.”
Max stared at him from head to toe.
Then he laughed.
Not politely.
I really laughed.
Several nearby customers turned to us.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“Him?”
