I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

at spending.

The Table Starts to Split

Greg held out his hand to me. “Can I see that?”

Emily snapped her head toward him. “No, you cannot.”

That told me enough already.

I slid my phone across anyway.

He took it. Scrolled once. Then again, faster. His face changed in stages. First confusion. Then heat in the neck. Then that sick gray look people get when continue reading …