Everyone raised their glasses and drank, and Colin did, too, although he found himself puzzling over Jenny’s words. Clans? They were in southern Arizona, not the Scottish Highlands. And something about the way she’d phrased that toast made it sound as if they’d just signed a peace treaty or something, instead of simply getting married.
He didn’t have much time to puzzle it out, though, because then it was time for the couple to cut the cake, an event surrounded by a lot of clapping and cheering, although Colin couldn’t see much of what was going on, thanks to the positioning of the table where he sat. Not that he cared; he wasn’t much for sweets, especially when paired with champagne. It was good champagne, too, something that would have gone better with a nice salty cheese.
But when the
