Jade muttered to Candy. “I’m sure I didn’t know.” She giggled. “But Bob does, too.” Ew. She liked Bob. He was sexy in a courtroom when he went in for the kill, barracuda-style. To her, he’d always be Coral’s godfather. “Take Coral so I can get a bite. I haven’t eaten all day.” Too many details to attend to. And nerves. Jitters over a wedding that meant nothing and angst over a custody battle that meant everything. She had a lot riding on the marriage, but not the usual bridal concerns, whatever those were. “She doesn’t like me,” Candy protested, backing away. “Cries like a baby whenever she sees me.” She is a baby. Jade decided to wait for someone responsible to wander by. In this crowd, it might take a while. She didn’t know why Bob and Candy had to make such a production out of the ceremony. They’d replicated their own wedding, and Bob hoped to intermingle some of their photos in to make it look like a grander affair for the judge. The bigger the wedding, the longer the marriage would last, according to Candy.
