Dominic’s face went white.
Celeste took one step back.
And I smiled.
Because for the first time in years, I did not whisper.
Part 2
Security arrived before Dominic could recover his voice.
So did my attorney.
Simone Grant entered the room in a charcoal suit, carrying a leather folder and the expression of a woman who had already won three arguments before breakfast.
She looked at Dominic’s tuxedo, then at Celeste’s wedding gown, then at the baby in my arms.
“Well,” Simone said. “This is certainly one way to end a reception.”
Dominic snapped, “This is private.”
“No,” Simone replied. “This is documented.”
She lifted her phone.
Dominic’s eyes dropped to the screen.
Recording.
He turned toward me. “Evelyn, you’re making a mistake.”
“No,” I said. “I made my mistake when I thought loving you meant protecting you from consequences.”
Celeste’s hands trembled against her skirt.
