My whistle cut through the night, loud and sharp, nearly drowning out the chorus of cheers and well wishes as Lydia and Joshua disappeared into the sleek black limousine, heading off to their honeymoon—wherever the hell he had decided to take her.
I could use a vacation, too.
Forcing a smile, I kept clapping, determined to send them off the right way. Violet stood next to me, practically glowing, her hands moving in a blur as she clapped like her life depended on it. She was beaming, her excitement infectious, while Benjamin, standing right behind her, clapped at a much more measured pace. The contrast between them made me smirk—especially since Benjamin was balancing a to-go box of cake under his arm, clearly more interested in taking his dessert home than in the spectacle before us. Hi
