She quickly shoved something into her purse.
I stared at her.
“What was that?”
She ignored the question.
“Please. Go back to the reception.”
Something about her voice made me stay exactly where I was.
Then I noticed something strange.
A second wedding dress was hanging behind the bathroom door.
It wasn’t Elowen’s.
I knew Elowen’s dress. I had seen her in it less than an hour ago.
This one was different.
Simpler.
Smaller.
And under it sat a pair of men’s shoes and a navy suit jacket.
For one awful second, I couldn’t breathe.
I knew that jacket.
Same brand.
Same size.
Even the same silver cufflinks.
My body reacted before my mind caught up.
I stepped toward it.
Clementine immediately stepped in front of me.
“Don’t.”
I stopped.
Her eyes were glassy.
My voice sounded strange when I spoke.
“Why is this jacket here?”
