“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked.

My voice was not quite steady.

“Because I wanted to see what she was planning first,” Samantha said.

“I wanted to know what story she was going to tell before I decided what to do about it.” “And now?” I asked.

She looked at me, and there was no anger in her face, only a clear, settled certainty.

“And now,” she said, “I know exactly who she is.

I know what she’s going to do at my wedding, and I know the story she’s going to tell, and I am not going to stand there and let her tell it.