He did it because he had waited six years to honor me in public and Seraphina had just, without meaning to, given him the chance.

It was the single most eloquent thing anyone did all night, and he did it without a word — just his hand at his brow and his heels together and his eyes steady on mine, telling four hundred people who had been laughing a moment before exactly what kind of woman Kelvin had married.

Chapter 13 — The Title

Seraphina’s microphone hit the stage floor.

Kelvin had known I served — that much I had told him, in the vaguest possible terms, early on.

But he had never heard the title.