“Ethan built a very polished story over the last eight years.”

“I called the corporate event director at the St.

Regis fifteen minutes ago from the hallway,” Natalie said, looking down at her bare left hand.

“The December wedding is officially postponed indefinitely,” she went on without the slightest hesitation in her voice.

“Are you sure you want to make that decision tonight?” I asked quietly, setting the full glass on my tray.

“I insisted on absolute honesty when Ethan proposed to me six months ago in Denver,” Natalie replied, looking straight into my eyes.