The process server handled the papers under the applicable service requirements; the ceremony was not a courtroom, and being served there would not decide anyone’s guilt.

I went with Sophia.

I had already been invited, and I wanted her beside me for any property conversation.

She asked whether I was sure I wished to attend.

“Yes,” I said.

“But I don’t want to stay if it becomes an argument.”

“We can leave.”

I had a cane, a brace beneath my dress, and no interest in proving I could cross the room without either.