The doors stayed shut.
10 seconds passed.
Then 20 seconds passed.
Then 30 seconds passed.
Whispers began again.
"Where's the groom? Why isn't he here yet?"
"Didn't you hear? I think she's been raising her kid alone all these years."
"I heard that too. No one's ever even seen her husband."
"Then what's all this?"
"Who knows? Maybe there isn't a groom at all."
"No way. That's just..."
Ethan stared at me onstage.
As the guests' whispers grew louder, Ethan's frown deepened. His hand clenched and unclenched on his knee.
Finally, he sighed and stood.
Isabelle immediately grabbed his wrist.
"Ethan," she whispered. "What are you doing?"
He didn't look at her.
His eyes stayed on me.
"Stop this," he mouthed. "I'll go up there."
He took one step.
Isabelle shot to her feet and yank
