Chapter 27

The starters had been removed and they were halfway through the main course and the conversation, dominated by Lily, still revolved around weddings. Camille, who had not contributed to the discussion, jumped when directly asked her opinion by Emma.

Emma repeated her question. “So what would your perfect wedding be, Camille?”

Camille, who started at the sound of her name, responded without considering her reply. “I don’t think it really matters what sort of wedding you have; it’s what comes after that counts.”

“I thought all little girls dreamed of floating down the aisle,” George teased.

“Well, I think that’s kind of refreshing,” Sebastian said, seemingly oblivious to the icy dagger glare his fiancée was giving him as he gave Camille a warm look.

“You know,” he mused, resting his chin on his steepled fingers, “I just can’t get over it; at work you look so different, and your hair, and—”

“Sebastian—” his mother laughed “—the girl can hardly wear an