Jace’s mother sat next to Max on one side while my mother perched next to Mel on the other. One empty seat remained, reserved for Jace. I turned to leave, my strength having vanished. He propelled me back to his side, and we waited for the initial surprise to pass. “See?” my mother hissed to Melody. “I told you she was here.” “Well, Mother”—the venom in my tone couldn’t have been stronger without my becoming a snake—“pardon her if she didn’t quite believe you. We might have a trust issue or two where you’re concerned.” “Oh, for the love of mustard,” Melody groaned, her voice a whisper. I shot Jace a knowing look. “My wedding dinner is going to be a disaster.” I shrugged. My grandmother stood, greeting me as though she didn’t think me a slight against God. She pulled me in for a tight hug, pinning my arms at my sides. When she stepped away, she reached up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful.” “Thanks, Grandma.” She motioned for a waiter, demanding he bring another chair.
