Adrian allowed all of it.
And now he was 20 minutes away from marrying another woman.
I washed the mascara from beneath my eyes and left the restroom.
My assistant, Kendra, found me near the service hallway.
She frowned at my face.
“What happened?”
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Stay with the flowers. Don’t let anyone move the arrangements.”
She studied me.
“Meredith, you’re scaring me.”
“I know.”
“Should I call someone to come help us?”
“Not yet.”
I headed toward the ceremony space.
Guests were
