Sophia's wedding ring flashed in the candlelight.
It was a custom Cartier design I recognized immediately.
I had once loved that ring but decided not to buy it.
Andrea promised he would surprise me with it someday.
Apparently, the surprise had gone to another woman.
Andrea looked at me. Shame, panic, and something almost pleading crossed his face.
His lips moved with difficulty.
"I'm sorry. Can we not do this here? Let's go home and talk."
He spoke so quietly that only the three of us could hear.
I hated him so much my jaw ached from clenching it.
I deliberately moved the microphone toward his mouth.
"Honey, what did you say? Speak up."
My voice carried through the sound system to every guest.
"You said we should go home? Which home? The one in Highcrest? The one by Lake Everm
