He muttered his words very quietly and wouldn’t look straight at me.

“Have the catering staff throw her out,” George muttered.

“The professional photographer’s due for family portraits in ten minutes, and she’s spoiling the aesthetic.”

I held my ground on the damp spring grass.

I looked straight at Vanessa.

I gripped the woven handles of the canvas grocery tote harder.

“I won’t leave this lawn until I see him,” I said.

Vanessa stepped in much closer.