My sheer happiness gave way to thumping panic in a blink. Four staff members moved around the grand table, aligning stemware and cutlery, making last little changes. “Where is everyone?” “We’re a couple of minutes early.” A waiter in black tie stepped forward with a tray and Guy accepted two fluted glasses. Once the man moved away, Guy leaned in, whispering, “I love you.” “I love you too.” I rolled my shoulders in an attempt to relax then took one of the glasses Guy offered. The sparkling fruity concoction tingled against my tongue as I sipped. “I can do this.” “Your heart is pure. Of course you can.” He led me farther away, where we wouldn’t be overheard. “Wincrest’s heart isn’t though, Guy. It’s as black as can be, and he’s a loose cannon waiting to fire.” “I’m here.” Faith raced through the engraved oak double doors in a one-shoulder amethyst lace gown. Her lips were pinched, her anxiety clear as she skidded to a stop before us. “Mum’s right behind me.
