Daphne's povMy words rang through the church.For several seconds, nobody moved. The officiant stared at me with his mouth half open, like a man who'd misread his own script. Guests exchanged bewildered glances. Somewhere in the back, a child asked loudly what "I do not" meant. Dad rose halfway from his seat in the front pew.In the second row, Emmeline sat upright in a lilac dress, pink-cheeked and perfectly healthy, watching me breathe. Seeing her without the fever made my skin crawl. John leaned toward her and whispered something, and she gave him a short, sharp look I recognized from the shopping mall.Edward's smile faltered."Sweetheart," he whispered, tightening his fingers around mine. "What's wrong?"I pulled my hand free and wiped my palm down the front of my dress without meaning to."I said I don't want to marry you."His face slid from confusion to embarrassment. He glanced at the guests, then turned back to me with a wounded little smile, the one that had talked me out
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