had prepared.
Not enough to cancel the wedding—not yet. Derek had access to my apartment, my schedule, my family, and enough charm to convince everyone I was unstable.But enough to survive if something happened.
I wiped frosting from my eyes.
Derek raised his champagne glass.
“To my beautiful wife,” he announced.
Scattered laughter returned.
Patricia lifted her glass. “She’ll learn how to take a joke eventually.”
I looked across the ballroom.
Near the service entrance stood Lena.
She wasn’t crying anymore.
She was watching me.
Waiting.
I gave her
