Chapter 11: The Proposal

He was on a plane home eleven hours later. He shouldn't have been. He came anyway, and then he didn't come near me for six days, and I lay awake every one of them. The day before the wedding, I walked out to the old stone chapel above the water to see it before it filled with strangers. Heels came clicking up the path behind me. "You honestly believe you're going to marry him." Camilla, in black fur, arms folded. "What do you want?" "A show." She circled me. "I want to watch. Look around...