“So, basically, you have nothing planned yet,” Sylvia pronounced. “No venue, no guest list. You don’t even know what theme you’re going with, if there is a theme.”

Byron divested himself of Beethoven’s jacket, looking relieved to have it off. Despite the family legacy and Sylvia’s belief in its lucky properties, Emily thought perhaps he would be happier if he didn’t get married in the old jacket. After all, she wouldn’t have liked it if someone tried to force ...