mari

, a frenzy of camera flashes erupted, a blinding storm of light. I paused for a moment, letting them get th

on her face, rushed to greet me. "Oh, Annemarie, you had us so worried!" she gushed, her voice d

ed, my voice cool and even. I didn't g

e first powerful notes of the organ swelled, filling th

asn't actively trying to ruin me, offered me his arm. His hand was

elite, their faces a blur of polite smiles and curious glances. They saw a f

stom-tailored suit, his face arranged into a mask of adoration. He look

ttle too tight. "You look breathtaking," he whispered, his breath smelli

colorful patterns on the marble floor. He began the ceremony, his voice droning on, the familiar words

front pew. I glanced at her. She was beaming, her eyes s

awfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in h

en, absolute silence of the cathedral.

my hand from Clemont's grasp. The movement was sm

asp rippled th

my voice clear and steady, rin

ref

began whispering, their voices rising to a shocked murmur. The reporters at the

fingers digging into my skin. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed, h

y been made, Clemont," I said, my voice dange

ered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with feign

y hypocrit

feet, his face

e bellowed, pointing a trembling finger at

e very familiar with, Mr. Bass,"

my ear. "You'll regret this. If you walk out of here to

hed into the small, beaded purse that had been hidden in the fold

nced, my voice carrying to every corner of the cathe

as the

tech-savvy cousin who owed my mother a life debt, hit a button. The tri

een, hidden for the christening ceremony of a

He knew. He lunged for me, his bodyguards movi

e clumsy grab of a burly guard an

n flicker

he guest room filled the screen, larg