“Marilyn?”
I turned.
“Lauren wants to speak with you.”
I shook my head.
“After the ceremony.”
“She asked me to bring you now.”
I looked toward the side room.
Then at the sanctuary.
Nearly two hundred guests.
White flowers.
A wedding paused over something that should have been addressed weeks earlier.
“I don’t want to make this worse.”
Helen spoke gently.
“She’s asking for you herself.”