told me the same.”
“And you didn’t think to call me?”
She looked down at her glass.
“No,” she said. “I didn’t. Mom said you were difficult. Cullen said you’d make the wedding about yourself. Mom said it would be easier for everyone if it was just our kind of people.”
“Your kind of people.”
She flinched.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “That’s my mother’s voice. I’ve been hearing it my whole life. I didn’t even notice I was using it.”
She turned the glass around and around in her hands.
