“Of course I knew he was special,” I huff. “Yes,” Amélie replies. “I see that now.” “You were falling in love with him.” She nods. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was. I didn’t want to be, but I couldn’t help it.” “Jack always had that effect on women. He was so good-looking.” “Yes, but his appeal was far more than his appearance. What was truly devastating was his kind heart.” “Kind!” I glower at her. “You think it was kind of him to practically jilt me at the altar?” “He felt terrible about that,” Amélie says. “If you knew him at all, you must realize how difficult that was for him.” It couldn’t have been more difficult than it was for me. I sniff. “So did you seduce him that night?” “Non.” Amélie crosses her legs.