me worry about that,” he said.
I looked at him. He was staring straight ahead at the road with a very small smile I’d never seen before.
“Edward,” I said. “What’s in the trunk?”
“What makes you think there’s something in the trunk?”
“You put something in the trunk. When you picked me up. A big box. I saw you.”
“Wedding gift,” he said.
“What kind of wedding gift?”
“The thoughtful kind,” said Edward.
He wouldn’t tell me anything else.
The ceremony was beautiful. I’ll give them that.
White chairs on the lawn. A wooden arch covered in white roses. The string quartet playing something classical. A hundred and fifty guests in their summer best, fanning themselves with the programs.
Edward and I sat near the back.
When June came down the aisle, throwing rose petals with both hands like she was trying to fight them, half the guests laughed.
