“That’s what I’m trying to explain.”
“Then explain it.”
Her voice became barely louder than a whisper.
“I need you not to come.”
I looked at her.
For a moment, I honestly believed I’d misunderstood.
“To what?”
She swallowed.
“The wedding.”
I didn’t move.
Lauren rushed on.
“It would just be easier.
We can celebrate privately afterward.
I’ll come over with Ethan, and we can have dinner here.”