Bennett was standing by the usher table in a tailored navy dress, holding a small wedding present tied with a silver ribbon.

She looked up as I came toward her, her calm professional manner dropping the instant she saw the look on my face.

“Natalie?” Dr.

Bennett asked, stepping forward.

“Is everything all right?

The organist just started the prelude.”

Seth stepped up right behind me and tried to slip a warm, affectionate arm around my waist.

“Everything’s fine, Dr.