Brandon bolted over like he'd seen a miracle. "Ethan—she walked the whole aisle on Aaron's arm, I couldn't stop her!" He caught his breath, voice thinner. "Good thing you saw the second video—you made it—"
That video was Brandon's, shot from the side chapel. In it, the aisle stretched long. Step by step I'd walked to Aaron, then put my hand in his, of my own free will.
Ethan knew better than anyone. I hated Aaron more than he did. Today, I should've been the one throwing Aaron out.
Instead I hadn't.
And the way I'd looked at Aaron—in his whole life, Ethan had never once seen me look at another man that way.
The priest stood frozen on the altar, book in hand.
I didn't turn. To the priest I said, "Please continue."
Quiet—but it turned Ethan's face gray on the spot.
"Tessa!" He charge
