Relief.
I had done what I came to do.
I reached to hand it over.
Then a bridesmaid appeared asking about missing jewelry.
Helen turned.
Someone called her from the sanctuary.
A musician needed confirmation about the procession.
She looked apologetic.
“Marilyn, could you give me a moment?”
“Certainly.”
I waited near the entrance.
Ten minutes passed.
Then twenty.
The wedding party had moved to the side rooms.