Jennifer's POV
The journey to the church seemed so far. Lucy was at the wheel. My mother, ever dramatic but always sweet, sat beside me, clutching her handbag like a life preserver. Happy and Peculiar were in the backseat, whispering to each other like conspirators planning some mischievous prank, and I tried to focus on their chatter to keep my mind off the dread creeping up my spine.
The staff cars were in front of us. I spotted Ben in the lead vehicle, his face set in that controlled, unreadable expression I used to trust. But today, every muscle in my body screamed at me to look closer, to notice something wrong. My stomach twisted in that familiar way it had every time Stanley’s name crossed my mind.
I leaned back in my seat, adjusting my veil and pretending I was calm. “Everythin
