Around her, her twin brother’s wedding guests chattered and circulated on the dance floor. She focused on the large picture window and the man she thought she had glimpsed on the terrace outside. “Nathalie, are you all right, dear?” Her mother’s concerned tone snapped her out of her reverie. “I’m fine. I thought — Never mind. I’ll just go and get a drink.” She picked up the skirt of her long, dark red velvet gown and headed toward the bar area. One of her brothers would be sure to know if the man she thought she’d seen in the garden was really at the reception. “Hey, little sister,” Jerome, her older brother, called from the bar. Nate, Nathalie’s twin, stood next to him. Dressed in their dark formal wedding suits, their family resemblance appeared even more marked than usual, with their matching height, black hair, and piercing blue eyes. Jerome had more of a devil-may-care appearance, she thought.
