I Let Him Finish Laughing First

Carried

Back in the ballroom, Preston stood so fast his chair legs scraped hard enough to make half the room jump.

“Turn that off,” he said.

I clicked again.

The next slide showed a scanned signature page from the packet he’d handed me in the bridal suite.

There was a heading in twelve-point Garamond, all very tasteful and oily.

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