People clapped, whistled, raised their glasses. "Beautiful!" someone called out. "To the happy couple!" another voice shouted. The string quartet swelled into a triumphant flourish.
Fiona turned away.
She couldn't watch anymore.
The ache in her chest had become a physical weight, pressing down until breathing felt difficult.She pressed a hand to her stomach under the table, trying to steady herself, but the room suddenly felt too bright, too loud, too full of joy that wasn't hers.
"You look like you're going to fall, Fi."
The voice was low, calm, familiar.
She turned around slowly.
Caleb stood right behind her, tall and steady in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. His eyes were gentle, concerned, but there was a quiet strength in them that made something inside her loosen just a fraction.
