"Okay, all set! The wedding is next week," Vincent’s dad said happily. His voice echoed around the dining room, too loud for the heavy air we were all sitting in.
My dad stood up and shook hands with him. Their moms kissed Grandma Luisa on the cheek, smiling like this was any other engagement dinner. Like we were just another happy couple about to walk down the aisle. It was like a normal and happy wedding was about to happen.
Only the three of us didn’t move.
Nate, who drained the contents of his glass in one gulp and refused to look at anyone. Vincent, who remained silent with his jaw, clenched so tight I thought it might crack. And me, who just quietly watched everyone pretend this was fine.
Only Grandma and our parents seemed happy. Not Nate. And obviously not the groom.
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