Hannah let go of my arm. She kissed Mark on the cheek. Then she turned and kissed me on the cheek too.
Then, before she stepped up to stand next to Owen, she did one more thing.
She walked over to the front row. To the first chair on the left.
Crystal was still half standing there. Frozen. Her face had gone completely white under all that perfect makeup.
Hannah reached down and picked up the gold card that said MOTHER OF THE BRIDE.
She didn’t rip it up. She didn’t throw it. She didn’t say anything cruel.
She just held it for a moment and looked at Crystal.
“I asked the planner to put two chairs here,” Hannah said quietly. So quietly that only the first few rows could hear. “One for you. One for her. Side by side. That’s what I wanted.”
Crystal’s lips were trembling.
“Honey, I just thought…”
“I know what you thought,” Hannah said. “You can stay. I want you to stay. But this seat was never yours.”
She turned around and held the card out to me.
My hands were shaking so much that I almost dropped it.
Crystal stood there for a long, terrible moment. Everyone was watching her. I could see her deciding what to do. Whether to make a scene. Whether to cry. Whether to walk out.
Then, without a word, she picked up her little champagne-colored purse and moved down. One seat. Just one seat. She sat down in the second chair in the front row, next to Hannah’s grandmother. She stared straight ahead with her chin up and her eyes shining.
Joanne leaned forward from the second row and whispered loud enough for half the church to hear, “About time.”
Somebody laughed. Then somebody else. The whole church let out its breath at once.
I sat down in the first chair on the left side of the front row.
Mark sat down right beside me and grabbed my hand. He was squeezing it so hard my wedding ring dug into my finger.
“Did you know?” I whispered to him. “About any of this?”
“Not about the seats,” he whispered back. His jaw was tight. “I swear. If I’d known, Laura, I swear to God…”
“I know.”
“But I knew about the rest.”
“The rest of what?”
He just squeezed my hand tighter and nodded at the front of the church.
“Watch,” he said.
The ceremony went on.
It was beautiful. I wish I could tell you every word of it, but I don’t remember most of it. I remember that Owen’s voice shook so much during his vows that he had to stop twice. I remember that Hannah laughed when he dropped the ring and had to crawl under the altar rail to get it.
I remember that when Pastor Jim said, “You may kiss the bride,” Owen kissed her so long that Pastor Jim finally had to clear his throat.
And I remember that when they turned around to walk back down the aisle as husband and wife, Hannah looked right at me.
She held up the bouquet. Just a little. Just enough that I could see the blue handkerchief tied around it, with the violets facing out.
And she smiled.
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