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

Crystal. Linen. Art. A piano. A home. My jewelry.”

The laughter died.

Sloane’s hand flew to her necklace.

“And one final item,” I said. “Grant, obviously.”

Silence.

Perfect.

Alive.

I turned toward the groom.

“So I chose that.”

The ballroom screens, which had been showing a tasteful monogram of G and S, went black.

Then white text appeared.

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