what?”
“We got married! At the Carolina Yacht Club. It was beautiful, Mom. Honestly, the best day of my life.”
I set my coffee cup down on the counter very carefully, the way you set something down when your hands stop feeling like your own.
“Yesterday,” I said.
“Yesterday.”
“How many people were there?”
He hesitated. Just for a second. But I’m his mother. I heard it.
“Forty-six. Just close friends, Mom. People with status. Blythe’s parents’ people, mostly, and some of my clients. You’d have hated it, honestly. All
