His expression changed.
“What truth?”
I stood slowly.
The server who had tried to help me stepped forward again with a towel.
This time, nobody stopped him.
I accepted it.
Then I looked around the lawn.
At the thirty guests.
At the phones still recording.
At the people who had laughed.
“Your future wife thought I was a stranger.”
Vanessa opened her mouth.
I raised my hand.
“No. Let me finish.”
My voice carried across the garden.
“She saw an older woman wearing inexpensive clothes and carrying a grocery bag.”
I looked directly at Vanessa.
