Penelope lifted her gaze, meeting Wayne’s.

Under the bright chandelier lights, Wayne’s familiar face wavered, drifting in and out of focus.

“You… love me?” Penelope whispered.

Wayne leaned forward. “Yes, I do. I love you a lot, Penelope.”

A sudden, loud laugh burst from Penelope.

She pulled her hand away from Wayne’s, then grabbed her half-filled champagne glass and gulped it down in one swift motion, the remaining liquid spilling past the corners of her ...