St. Augustine’s Catholic Church — Cairo, Five Years AgoWedding bells spilled over rooftops and minarets, bright as thrown coins. Vendors barked, scooters needled through traffic, heat came off the pavement in shivers. Inside St. Augustine’s—white walls, clean lines, stained glass carved into modern geometry—the pews filled in murmuring rows, perfume and aftershave braided with candle wax.In the bride’s room, Jessica Chase sat very straight, hands folded to hide the tremor. The dress was a white blade of satin, silver thread licking the bodice. Her hair had been worked into obedience and pinned with pearls; her mouth painted the colour of a promise. The mirror gave her a composed version of herself. The pulse in her throat said otherwise.The door edged open. Marie slid in—hat brim like a small sail, the blue suit that made her look both expensive and breakable. She shut the door softly, as if noise might bruise the air.“The boys haven’t turned up yet,” she said.Jessica didn’t move
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