That was the entire explanation.
Three months after the papers were signed, Vanessa married him.
Three months.
She wore a fitted ivory gown with a plunging neckline. The ceremony was at a vineyard in Napa Valley. The guest list was heavy with venture capitalists and light on family. I received an invitation. I did not attend.
But I saw the photos.
She clung to him like a prize she’d hunted and finally claimed.
And at the reception, caught on someone’s Instagram story, I heard her say it.
“Life rewards the bold.”
Bold.
That was one word for it.
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