She sensed a shift in the atmosphere, an electric charge in the air that hadn’t been there a moment before.

Don’t open it, I prayed to whatever gods governed the fate of desperate women.

Not yet.

Please, not yet.

Adrian’s mother, an austere woman draped in aggressive amounts of Chanel, loudly cleared her throat and nudged him.

Adrian snapped his head up, realizing the cameras were focused entirely on him.

He masked his confusion with that practiced, devastating smile, shoved the program unread into his tuxedo pocket, and turned his full attention to me as I approached the altar.