Grace's heart lurched violently at Maxwell's question.
Why was he ignoring the officiant and turning the question back on her? What was he trying to get at? Had he remembered something?
Too many uncertainties swarmed her mind, pulling every nerve taut. Faintly, she recalled Scarlett answering that same question years ago. What was it again?
The air grew thick with tension as restless murmurs spread through the crowd below. Guests shifted in their seats, exchanging confused glances at the unexpected delay.
Seizing the awkward pause, the officiant smoothly intervened with practiced professionalism. "It seems the bride and groom aren't quite finished sharing their secrets. Let's give them a moment."
Grace forced herself to stay calm. One second passed. Two. Three.
Then it hit her.
"Bec
