Chapter Eight
I finished the pictures for the wedding and got everything to Kiana. I told her I included the photos of the bride’s brother in a separate file and that she could do what she wanted to with them. I hoped she’d pass them along and told her so. If she didn’t, I’d figure out something.
“He was right, you know,” she said as I was leaving.
“Who was right?” I asked, turning back to meet her eyes.
“Anthony. He said the only reason people booked weddings was because of him. Now it’s because of you. None of this is because of me.”
She sounded so sad and broken that I knew I couldn’t walk away. I had no idea why she was saying anything to me, and not Ada or Jack, but I’d take whatever I could get from her.
“You know that isn’t true.”
She laughed mirthlessly. “Except it is. I tal
