Declan and Shannon’s wedding went by smoothly. Clarisse was able to join just in time they were finishing their vows, thinking that nobody noticed she was gone too long. But Clarisse thought wrong – someone did notice she wasn’t around up until she slipped in and clapped in her assigned chair.
Lowell, being the best man, was seated at the first row of chairs facing the altar. Despite their chairs being five rows apart, he had been aware that Clarisse hadn’t been where she should’ve. After the ceremony was done, marking and kissing and all, everyone proceeded back to the manor to celebrate.
“Clary…”
Clarisse turned her head to Lowell’s voice calling behind her. She saw the serious look on his face and immediately thought he wasn’t there to chat about today’s celebration. Grabbing two glasses of champagne, Clarisse handed one to him to which he accepted but didn’t drink a sip.
“What is it now, Lowell?” she asked.
