Ethan looked down at his ring, spinning it twice before he answered.

“It is probably just a catering mistake, Clara.

The coordinator handled the layout.”

“Your mother hand-delivered the final seating chart to the printer on Wednesday,” I said.

“I am sure she did not mean anything by it,” he said, stepping closer to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“It is a massive guest list, and we have a lot of investors to coordinate.”

“They are the parents of the bride.