The basket was on the tile next to her.

Some of the petals had come out and been stepped on at some point, and there were two of them stuck to the hem of her dress.

I went down on both knees on that floor.

“Who told you to stay in here?”

She had the satin ribbon wound around two fingers so tightly that the ends of them had gone white.

“Pamela said I had to stay until the wedding was over.”