“If you leave now, you’ll think about it for years.”
Liam leaned between the front seats.
“Let’s just get it over with.”
So we went in.
She was standing near the entrance with her fiancé. Then she saw Susan.
Monica saw us before we reached the main hall.
She was standing near the entrance with her fiancé and a few relatives, already in her dress, already wearing that polished smile she used whenever she wanted something. Then she saw Susan.
Her smile changed.
She walked over, kissed the air near Liam’s head without really touching him, and then looked straight at Susan.
“My God,” she said loudly. “Daniel, how did you manage to land someone that gorgeous? Do you still take her to McDonald’s for dates and drive her around in that old pickup truck of yours?”
Then Susan took my hand.
A few people nearby laughed.
I felt Liam go still beside me.
I should have answered. I should have said something. But I was back in that hallway ten years ago, holding a baby while Monica looked at me like I was dirt she had stepped in.
Then Susan took my hand.
She did it gently, but there was nothing uncertain about it.
And suddenly I knew Susan knew more than she had said.
“Actually,” she said, smiling at Monica, “I’ve always found reliability attractive.”
Monica’s mouth tightened.
Then Susan tilted her head.
“Still performing, Monica?”
Monica’s smile slipped for half a second.
And suddenly I knew Susan knew more t
Monica never looked at him once during the vows. During photos afterward, Monica waved him over.
The ceremony happened in a garden behind the club. White chairs. String music. Too many flowers. Liam sat beside me with his hands knotted in his lap so tightly I could see the strain in his fingers.
Monica never looked at him once during the vows.
During photos afterward, Monica waved him over.
“Come stand with me, sweetheart.”
Liam did not move.
Susan stood up. My stomach dropped. We had never talked about this.
“You don’t call me that,” he said.
Her smile froze, then snapped back into place for the camera.
Dinner started after that, and then the DJ announced a chance for open toasts.
Susan stood up.
My stomach dropped.
We had never talked about this.
The room turned toward her with the mild curiosity people reserve for strangers at weddings.
I grabbed her wrist lightly.
“What are you doing?”
She looked down at me.
“Something I should have done years ago.”
She walked to the microphone.
The room turned toward her with the mild curiosity people reserve for strangers at weddings.
Monica smirked like she thought she knew exactly where this was going.
She took one breath, and for the first time since I met her, she looked nervous.
“Before I toast the newlyweds, I’d like to say something about my husband.”
Monica smirked like she thought she knew exactly where this was going.
Susan rested one hand on the podium.
“My husband isn’t rich in the way some people admire. He doesn’t collect status. He doesn’t build a life out of appearances. But he is rich in the ways that make a home safe. He knows what kind of cereal his son likes. He knows what time the school bus comes. He knows the difference between a quiet child who is tired and a quiet child who is hurting.”
Susan turned her head and looked directly at Monica.
The room got very still.
Susan turned her head and looked directly at Monica.
“And Monica knows that better than anyone, because she once had that kind of loyalty, and she walked away from it.”
The silence after that felt sharp.
I stood halfway out of my chair.
This was not acting anymore.
