THE WEDDING WASN'T MINE
Like someone watching a thing they had been waiting a long time to see.
The food arrived. It was extraordinary. The evening stretched out ahead of them like something neither of them wanted to interrupt.
Under the table, at some point between the second course and the third, his hand found hers. He did not make an event of it. He simply held it the way he did everything, certain, unhurried, like he had already decided and was simply following through.
She did not pull away.
She did not pull away, and that, for Zara Cole, was everything.