Her lips trembled.
Before she could answer, a phone inside her purse started ringing.
She glanced at the screen and quickly silenced it.
But I had already seen the caller’s name.
My entire body went cold.
“That’s impossible.”
Clementine stared at me.
Then the bridal room door began to open.
Clementine []moved before I did.
She grabbed my wrist.
“Davina, please.”
I pulled free.
A man stepped into the room.
For a second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing.
He wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.
His dark hair was slightly longer than I remembered.
There was more weight in his face, and a faint scar ran beside his left eyebrow.
But I knew those eyes.
I knew the way his mouth opened when he was frightened.
I knew the tiny crease between his eyebrows.
“Andrew?”
The word barely came out.
