“What picture?”
“When he turned toward you,” he said, glancing at Noah. “When he held out his hand.”
At the time, I had no idea that photograph would become the most important picture from the entire wedding.
Samuel arranged a quiet exit through a side corridor — no security, no spectacle. Noah walked with me. When Brittany tried to follow, he stopped her with two words: “Not now.” She stared at him. “I am your wife.” His face tightened. “Then you should have understood who my mother was.”
As the elevator doors closed between us, Brittany called out, “You’re ending our wedding because she embarrassed me?”
Noah looked back one last time. “No,” he said. “I’m ending it because you embarrassed yourself.”