and Mrs. George Laurence.” Meredith applauded with the other three hundred people in the room, emotion once again trying to get the better of her at the sight of how happy Anne was. “Miss Meredith?” She turned. One of their longtime servers stood behind her, a tray of champagne flutes filled with Major’s secret recipe fruit tea. Meredith gratefully took a glass. Henry looked at the beverage contemplatively. “Unlike my brother, I’ve yet to grow accustomed to the idea of cold, sweetened tea.” “Ah, yes, then you’ll want...” Meredith touched his arm for balance as she raised up on tiptoe to look around for a server with a different option. She caught the eye of one and motioned him over. “What’s this?” Henry took a glass of the clear, fizzy liquid. “Sparkling water. George’s choice.” “Excellent.” Jenn joined them and slipped her arm through Henry’s. “I can’t believe you left me at the mercy of Great-Aunt Edith, Mere. You know how much she likes to harp on me because I’m not married yet.”
