The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

Vivienne’s radar.’ She knew enough to stop pretending.”

I nodded.

Julian studied me.

“What happens Saturday is your decision.”

“No,” I said. “What happens Saturday is Grant’s decision. He chose the stage. I’m choosing the lighting.”

For the first time all evening, Julian smiled.

It changed his face more than it should have.

“Evelyn would have liked that.”

“She continue reading …