ra

ress swishing around her ankles. The brilliant smile she'd walk

ugh for only me to hear. Her sincere brown eyes were fi

ons, her worry was the only genuine thing in t

nto this mess. Ford's influence, the thing

factured a smile I hoped was bright enough to blind her. "Of course

mery. I'd performed in stadiums for eighty

, you look like you're about to walk to

o accurate. I fel

fold on my skirt. "Don't be dramatic. It's th

ook at me, Clara. If something is wrong, you h

a hot, bitter thing on the tip of my ton

ra, perfect timing! Come help me check Clara's veil.

red the fragile tension between E

d said I'm fine, and then obediently tilted my chi

of hurt and confusion. She finally let out a soft sigh and

lie. But it was the only w

nstructed the artist to add more blush until

the one with flushed cheeks and empty ey

Mrs. Montgomery, it's time. The guest

. Time for

emble, a slight, un

nd again, a silent t

ked her arm through mine. "Let's go, my dear. The

iron clamp, leaving

f the suite and down the long, flower-

lined the walls. We were smiling, lau

right after one of our worst fi

myself drifting furthe

l stood two massive,

uests, countless flashing cam

of the crowd and the low, ele

al look, and then placed my hand in the wa