She did not smother him, but she noticed everything.
If Ethan sounded tired, she knew.
If he skipped dinner, she knew.
If I wore a new dress, she complimented it before Ethan even saw it.
« You got a good one, » she told me once, while helping me choose centerpieces.
« I know, » I said.
Grace looked at me for a long moment. « No, honey. I mean he got a good one. »
I never forgot that.
Five days before our wedding, I was at the venue going over the final details.
The reception hall smelled faintly of polish and fresh flowers because the manager had let us test a few arrangements on the tables.
I remember standing near the entrance, talking to the manager about the seating chart.
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