In fact, Tiffany was hanging on Sean’s arm, giggling as he appeared to regale the people clustered around him with some sort of amusing anecdote. Rosemary couldn’t hear what he was saying — someone had cranked up the music, and Kanye West was currently blasting out of the speakers. She tried not to wince; the artist on tap wouldn’t have been her first choice, or probably even her thirtieth, but she knew her musical tastes didn’t jibe with that of a lot of other people her age.
“They’re probably going to get engaged soon,” came Caleb’s voice at her ear, and she startled a bit before turning to face him.
“Sean and Tiffany?”
He nodded, and then handed her a plastic cup half filled with what looked like red wine. “I figured you’d rather have wine than beer,” he said.
A good guess, since ev
