At the bottom of the front steps, the limousine driver held the rear passenger door open for them.

Across the driveway, three black sedans belonging to the Mercer family were already pulling up to the front entrance.

Two uniformed valets were loading several large wrapped wedding gifts back into the trunk of the lead car.

Caroline stopped on the bottom step and looked up at the second-floor library window.

Grant was standing behind the glass, framed by the dark velvet curtains.

He was entirely alone in the room, watching the Mercer cars line up along the gravel circle.