“I asked Vanessa to step back from the planning,” I said.

“She started crying on purpose so everyone would look at us.”

Ethan put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

We drove past the town green before he finally spoke again.

“Look, I don’t understand why you keep picking fights with her,” he said.

“Do you think I wanted to cause a scene at my own shower?” I asked.

Ethan checked his watch again, a quick flick of his wrist against the steering wheel.