14
I traipsed into the chapel the next morning to find Frankie and Mark arguing. What they were arguing over wasn’t clear. Their wide, gesturing arms and fiery red faces didn’t give me any clues, except to point out that I should retreat and come back when the chapel returned to normal. I snorted. Normal.
“Nadia!” Frankie called, peering around Mark’s shoulder. Mark swiftly turned in my direction.
I bit back a sigh. Caught with no escape. I stepped farther into the room but left plenty of distance between me and the warring couple.
“Can you explain to Mark why I won’t change the theme to All Celebrities!”
“Since you never told me why,” I said, grasping for a reason, “I can only assume it’s because you’re good at celebrity impersonations and that it’s the name of the chapel. And, there
