My life had been too full of tragedy for something as simple as that. But it was still difficult to put on a brave face and smile and pretend that all this was about me. The venue was so gorgeous, but I only knew a handful of people. The person who mattered most to me in the world was flying across the Atlantic by now, hurtling toward an attempt to preserve his position in his family’s company. I had to answer good-intentioned queries about Jonathan time and time again, trying to be as brief and ambiguous as possible. I didn’t want to reveal that my husband had to jet off to try to save his job. Nobody knew that except him, his father, and me. Collier held out a glass of champagne to me as soon as I got back, smiling and kissing me on both of my cheeks. “He’ll pull this off,” he assured me. “You’ll see.” “I know he will,” I said. “Your son’s an amazing man.”
