I laugh, and I’m so grateful that it’s Grace I got to see first. “I’m okay, Mom.”

She clasps both of my hands. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” My anger has evaporated, beaten back by the woman I call Mom, and I resolve that, today of all days, I will not think about Mrs. Lincoln.

“I’m so excited for you, darling,” Grace adds, beaming up at me.

“You look good, Mom. Makeup and all.”

“Thank you, dear. Oh, the donations to Coping Together have been unprecedented. I can’t thank you enough. It’s so generous of you.”

I chuckle. “That was Ana’s idea. Not mine.”

“Oh, that’s lovely.” She’s trying to hide her surprise.

“I told you. She’s not acquisitive.”

“Of course she isn’t. It’s a wonderful gesture on both your parts. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I got an aggravating text from an old business associate.”

have said too much, but she chooses to ignore my explanation and checks

“I think Elliot and I should go

Mom pins the white rose to my lapel and steps back to

“Oh, darling.” She stops, placing her fingers over her lips, and I think she’s going to cry.

Shit. Mom.

My throat tightens, but Elliot steps into the room, saving us both. “What am I, chopped liver?” he chastises Grace, with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Oh, darling. You look so handsome, too.” She recovers and cups his face and pinches his cheeks, and I feel a momentary stab of

“Mom, you look like a queen.” My brother, charming as ever, plants a kiss on her forehead. She laughs, a girlish, sweet laugh, and she pats her hair.

get out there. The ushers will show you where to go. But first let me pin on

As we head to the pavilion, Taylor intercepts me.

picked up Miss Steele’s suitcase, and everything else has been sent on to Sea-Tac.”

“Excellent. Thanks, Taylor.”

His lips

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