While Claire’s eyes gazed at the exit with a longing she had never felt, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Lucas raised another eyebrow and pulled his head back.
“Excuse me?” He sounded surprised, not quite offended yet. The commotion in the church only grew louder.
“I said,” Claire repeated calmly. “I’m fine. Ass—”
“I heard you the first time,” Lucas snapped. Finally. “I think everyone did.”
Did they? Claire wondered. Then again, it didn’t really matter.
Ignoring Lucas and all the angry eyes drilling into her face and head, Claire turned to face the priest. “Can I say something? Please?”
The priest could only watch her with a stunned expression as Claire removed her damn high heels, one by one, and motioned to one of the band members in the corner to hand her the mic.
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