“What did you say?”

Her jaw moved.

Down on the lawn, sixty-one people were sitting in white chairs listening to Pachelbel.

“I said,” she said, in a much lower voice, “that today was about us.

That’s all I said.

And I don’t think that’s an unreasonable thing for a woman to want on her wedding day, and I don’t think it’s cruel, and I would appreciate it if you would stop looking at me like I’m a defendant.”