a dance floor. There was a long table at the side covered in wrapped wedding gifts. There was an open bar.
Edward and I walked in arm in arm.
Everyone was looking at us.
Well, of course they were.
Edward is tall and athletic, and without exaggeration, he really did look great in that suit. Next to all of Max’s real estate friends with their soft middles and their golf tans, Edward looked like somebody had dropped a lumberjack into a cocktail party.
I heard whispers.
“Who’s that with Hannah?”
“Is that her boyfriend?”
“Good for her.”
“Wow.”
Max’s cousin Jenny, who I’d always liked, came over and hugged me.
“Hannah! You look amazing. Who is this?”
“This is Edward,” I said. My voice only shook a little.
“Edward,” said Jenny, shaking his hand and looking him up and down with very open interest. “Where on earth did Hannah find
