A feminine cough broke the temporary silence. Everyone’s attention turned to the top of the staircase.
Doreen posed on the landing, smiling sweetly at Hart.
Keelan raised her glass and took a sip. Doreen’s hair had been repaired, her face no longer reddened by tears and anger. She tried to act nonchalant, but the flirtatious gaze Doreen had fixed on Landon fired Keelan’s irritation.
She was annoyed even more by the fact that it bothered her.
Immensely.
Then she heard her aunt’s small gasp behind her. Apparently, Aunt Sarah hadn’t seen the dress either, and cast a horrified stare over the rim of her glass at her husband. A wide-eyed look of panic seemed to have paralyzed Uncle Jared’s normally stoic face. His jaw clenched and began a convulsive quivering. When he found his voice, the w
