wedding. Which is not how I planned it.”
Somebody at a nearby table actually gasped.
I just stood there. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.
Then, from six feet away, a very small voice said:
“I KNEW IT.”
It was Ava.
Everybody turned. Ava turned bright red. But she didn’t take it back. She stood there in her pink junior bridesmaid dress, holding her little sister’s hand, and she looked right at Edward.
“You make too much sandwich every day,” she said. “Mom told me. I said nobody makes too much sandwich every single day.”
And the whole tent started laughing.
Not at me. Not at Edward.
With us.
Max didn’t laugh.
He stood there in front of his mirror with his face burning, and he looked around the tent, and for the first time since I’d known him, he couldn’t find a single person on his side.
Not his
