“Liar.”
He places a hand over his heart. “I am deeply offended.”
“Good.”
He leans slightly closer, lowering his voice. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
I stare at him.
“For what, exactly?”
“For this,” he says, gesturing vaguely to the entire wedding. “You and Miller. Obviously.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re welcome,” he repeats, clearly pleased with himself.
“I’m going to tell the caterer you’re allergic to everything.”
“Worth it.”
Before I can respond, someone taps a spoon against a glass.
Once.
Twice.
The room quiets.
And of course—of course—it’s Devon.
He steps forward, lifting his glass with the confidence of a man who has never once questioned whether he should be the center of attention.
“I’d like to say a few words,” he announces.
“No,” I say under my breath.
“Yes,” Rosa whispers beside me, delighted. “This is going to be incredible.”
Max looks like he’s preparing to intervene.
Holly gently puts a hand on his arm.
“Let it happen,” she murmurs.
This feels like a mistake.
Devon clears his throat.
“As many of you know,” he begins, “I have played a critical role in bringing these two together.”
A collective murmur ripples through the room.
Nick actually laughs.
Cassie claps a hand over her mouth.
Miller, across the room, has gone very still.
