The great lawn is slick under my shoes but I manage to glide my way across towards the stage looming in the distance. Zelia and Jasper walk ahead of me, Zelia’s annoyance plastered on her face.

“You have to tell me more stories about the college days.” Jasper nudges Zelia with his elbow.

Zelia widens the gap between them and rubs her arm. “Yes, well. Maybe during dinner, I can provoke Tamara into another story.”

I’m engrossed in the conversation when Juan clamps ...