She fanned it in the air for a few seconds to dry.

Then she handed the square picture straight to me.

I watched the colors slowly come up on the glossy paper.

Vanessa had moved her hand just before the flash went off.

I stood frozen near the edge of the floral wall.

I was staring at the printed photo, where Vanessa’s hand rested squarely on Ethan’s waist.

I slid the glossy square under my dessert plate so only the white backing showed.

The rest of the shower guests were still inside the private dining room gathering their purses.