She saw me in my seat and waved so hard she dropped her basket.
Ava walked behind her, very serious, holding a little bouquet. She found me with her eyes and didn’t smile, but she nodded once. Like a soldier.
Then Claire came down the aisle.
She was beautiful. I’m not going to pretend she wasn’t. Tall and tan and toned, in a fitted white dress with a long train. Her blond hair in perfect waves. Her teeth very white.
Max stood at the front in a navy tuxedo, watching her come toward him with a big proud grin, like a man admiring a car he’d just bought.
They said their vows. They kissed. Everybody clapped.
I clapped too.
Edward clapped very slowly and very politely.
The reception was in the big white tent.
There were round tables with white tablecloths and candles and centerpieces of white roses. There was
