She slides me a half-hearted smile as she glances down my row when she passes, and yep.
I would sit in Hell itself watching and waiting for just a glimpse of that smile that’s just for me.
Even the half-hearted kind.
Does that mean she read my messages?
Does it mean something happened today?
Does it mean she’s just sending me a subliminalI know this is hard, and I wish I could make it easier for youlike everything’s the same as it was after breakfast?
Like no one told her my secret today and I can talk to her as soon as Emma leaves the reception and come clean and hope she takes it better than the Laney of a week ago would’ve?
Her mother makes a noise behind me.
I ignore it and focus on the fact that my front-row family-of-the-bride seat means that Laney’s mere feet from me when she takes her spot to wait for Sabrina to come down the aisle as Emma’s maid of honor.
She mouths something to me.
Looks likeI’m horny.
But that can’t be it.
Claire’s already standing next to her, totally blank-faced.
I’m actively ignoring Chandler and his three groomsmen, who are standing on the other side of the arched trellis hung with tropical flowers that Dad and Uncle Owen finished after I left to get the cake.
Sabrina’s next down the aisle.
I should look at her, but I can’t stop looking at Laney, who’s watching Sabrina and stifling a wince.
Why’s she stifling a wince?
Why is Laney stifling a wince?
“I told her all bridesmaids should take a gas suppressant before the wedding,” Gail says behind me. “Do you think she forgot?”
Charles grunts an answer.
Sabrina reaches the front and stops next to Laney.
The music changes, and then Emma’s walking herself down the aisle in a fitted satin-and-lace number with a long train that’ll have sand in it for the rest of its natural life, but it’s what Emma wanted.
It makes her happy.
So that’s what she got.
My dad sniffs with pride next to me.
The crying kind of sniffing with pride.
None of thisOh, I’m so fancy that I sniff my approvalstuff. Not for my pops.
“She’s such a lovely bride,” Gail murmurs behind me. “She deserves every happiness.”
On that, we agree.
All three of the Sullivan triplets keep looking behind me, to where Charles is sitting as well.
