“And the flower arrangements use cream hydrangeas that blend into the stone.”

Then Ellis stepped onto the gravel in a tailored navy suit.

His white collar was buttoned neatly beneath a navy velvet bow tie.

He rubbed his thumb against his jacket seam as he looked across the manicured lawn.

Grant walked three steps down the portico stairs and stopped on the middle stone landing.

His champagne glass tipped sideways, spilling a small drop onto the bluestone beneath his shoe.

He looked past Caroline and fixed his eyes on Ellis.