Syd breathed, shaking her head and looking up at us with a panicked expression. “Oh my gosh.” “Syd, come on,” George said gently, placing her hand on her cousin’s shoulder. “She’s just fooling around. This isn’t anything incriminating. He probably didn’t even ask her to sit there.” Syd shook her head furiously. “No, no, no,” she insisted. “They were dating before—you know that! And women don’t just accidentally drop into your lap and start playing with your hair. The last time I checked, Vic had a mouth—he could have told her to get lost!” Gripping her PDA, Syd shoved it back into her pocket and started storming off the stage. “I’m going up there,” she announced, stomping through the party room. “Don’t try to stop me!” Warily, I glanced at Bess and George. “Oh, brother,” murmured Bess. “This isn’t going to end well,” agreed George. “Guys,” I said, nodding after our departing bride, “let’s go after her.” We began to follow, easily passing through the rift in the crowd that Syd had created.
