A woman named Chloë takes us to a small dressing room where I can wait for things to begin. I sit in an uncomfortable chair, listening to the commotion outside. With nothing else to do, I replay Kalet’s words in my head. Iris will stop at nothing to prevent anyone but Sarah from becoming my wife. With that thought, I decide it’s better not to bring Giselle home—at least not until we’re married.

More than forty minutes pass when the door bursts open. For a second, I think it’s ...