Chapter 13 — The Part You Didn’t Plan

I asked the band to stop playing.

They did, and the room folded down into a confused, whispering quiet, two hundred faces turning to find the source of it.

Garnet looked from Michelle to me, and for the first time that night there was something other than contempt on his face.

“What is this?” “The part of your wedding you didn’t plan,” I said.

I walked to the microphone the master of ceremonies had been using, and I kept my voice even, and I spoke to the room.