The voice came from the entrance of Evermere Church, calm and unhurried, yet sharp enough to command everyone's attention.
Every guest fell quiet.
Ethan's expression changed instantly.
He stepped forward, open hostility in his voice.
"Nathan? What are you doing here?"
Nathan Hayes walked slowly inside.
"Didn't you hear her? The wedding is still happening today. You're just not the groom."
He reached my side, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over my shoulders with an easy familiarity.
"Sorry I'm late. The parking lot is a long walk from here."
I smiled, took his hand, and turned toward the priest.
"The groom is here. We can start the wedding."
Ethan looked as if he had been stabbed. He lost control and shouted toward the front of the church.
"No way! Claire, is this some
