A few uncertain laughs came from the Fairchild side of the room.

“Josephine, honestly.” He came around the front of the dais so that everyone could admire the full breadth of his disappointment, shaking his head slowly.

“Always the clumsy one.

Always finding some way to make a mess and pull every eye in the room to herself.

Though I suppose when you’re thirty-two and stuck in a dead-end desk job and can’t even find a date to your own sister’s wedding, you take your attention where you can get it.”

The uncertain laughs became real ones.