The guests began murmuring.
Lauren was still near the front with her attendants, waiting for the officiant’s signal.
Ethan reached the end of my pew.
“Marilyn?”
I held the box.
“Yes.”
He looked at me carefully.
“I’ve wanted to meet you.”
I stared.
“You know who I am?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Lauren showed me your pictures.”
The murmuring grew louder.