Water dripped off my chin onto the soaked collar of my old shirt.

“I haven’t been anywhere near the catering tent,” I said.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes on my wet hair.

“Look, none of this makes sense,” he said.

“She came at me like a wild animal, right?” Vanessa said.

The thirty guests who’d been laughing only moments earlier were now completely silent.

They stood beneath the hanging crystal lights, holding their pricey champagne flutes.

I pushed myself up off the grass, keeping a firm hold on my canvas grocery tote.