Christopher Wlezien

“her arm, winked at her sister, and hurried out. “Well, come on.” Althea stormed to the door. “Let’s get going.” “Fine.” Cilla sauntered past her, then started down the steps. Althea was nearly to the bottom before she realized she’d been conned. The two sisters had pulled off the good cop/bad cop routine like pros. Now her stomach jumped. There were flowers everywhere, banks of color and scent. There was music, soft, romantic. She saw Colt’s mother leaning heavily against his father and smiling bravely through a mist of tears. She saw Natalie beaming and dabbing at her eyes. Deborah, her lashes wet, cradling Adrianna. There was Boyd, reaching out to take Cilla’s hand, kissing her damp cheek before looking back at Althea to give her an encouraging wink. Althea came to a dead stop. If people cried at weddings, she deduced,”
― Nora Roberts, Nightshade