Sixteen
We hear it the second the elevator doors open. Music. Loud music—and hollering, and I’d guess dancing.
“We were gone for a half hour,” I say, camera around my neck as we approach the pulsating ballroom doors. “How did it go from casual snacks and wine to full-blown rave so quickly?”
Sure enough, the ballroom is in meltdown mode. I don’t see Rob or his mom, but Nikki and Drunk Edwin are making up for lost time—time when she was engaged to another man—which is super gross and terrible because Edwin is supposed to be Rob’s best man. By the display of roving hands and tongues, neither seems to care that everyone can see.
“It’s clear who got Edwin in the divorce,” I say to Sam. He cups his ear, indicating that he can’t hear me.
Adalynn, changed out of her matron of honor dress into
