Astrid 

 I returned to the party, my muscles coiled with tension. It’s not every day you meet an ex who was once your entire world.

 “What did he say?” my assistant asked. I shrugged, gripping the hem of my dress a little too tightly.

 “We’re sending the guests away. I’ll make a quick announcement, and then you’ll handle the rest,” I muttered, already moving toward the front of the room.

 “What? What about the bride?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion. I glanced ...