The aisle was longer than it had any right to be.I had been in this hotel ballroom once before, at a charity auction two years ago, and I remembered it as a pleasant, ordinary room—pale walls, decent acoustics, the kind of space that could be made to look like anything for an evening. Tonight it had been made to look like a throne room. White peonies banked to the ceiling. Candles in glass columns lining a path that had been laid over the dance floor like a road. Four hundred chairs, most of them full, most of them holding people who had flown in for the social event of the season and who would not, under any circumstances, be told that the woman walking toward them was not the one they had been promised.I counted the steps in my head. It was something I did when I needed to keep my face arranged—count steps, count heads, count the exits. There were two exits behind me, one to each side of the bridal party, and a single service door half-hidden behind the floral bank at the far left
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