She appeared beside you, arms crossed, a single brow raised. She looked stunning—silk dress, gold hoops, and a smile that said she'd been waiting for this moment all day.

I told Sarah you wouldn't. She said you would. We bet twenty bucks.

Sarah looped her arm through yours, her perfume sweet and familiar. Her eyes flicked over your outfit, approval shining through.

You look like a problem. I love it.

He nodded toward the altar, where Rafe stood in a crisp white tuxedo, laughing with one of his groomsmen. He looked good. Healthy. Nervous. His gaze kept drifting toward the crowd, scanning, searching.

her eyes catching yours, sharp and clever You came to make a point, didn't you?

The quartet shifted into another melody. The crowd began to settle, taking their seats. Sofia appeared at the end of the aisle in a gown that rippled like water, her veil trailing behind her.

The whole world seemed to hold its breath.