“What happened?

Is Kelly okay?”

“She’s fine,” my cousin said.

“She’s fine, Jessi.

But you need to get to the venue.

Right now.” My heart was pounding.

“What did she do?” And my cousin told me — that Kelly had stopped the wedding, in front of everyone, that Luca did not know what to do and Chloe was speechless and the entire room was staring at my nine-year-old daughter.

But I want to record what I felt in that moment, because it surprised me, and because it is the thing I am proudest of in my own conduct in this entire story.