him. “Miles. Not here.”
“Yes, here,” said Miles. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. “You wanted an audience, Laurelai. You’ve got one.”
He looked up at me on the porch.
“Mrs. Vance, I owe you an apology. A real one. I should have called you before the wedding. I should have asked my own questions instead of letting other people answer them for me.”
“Thank you, Mr. Ashford.”
He turned back to the crowd.
“The party’s over, everybody,” he said. “Thank you for coming. Please drive safely.”
