Just like Trisha had anticipated, she and Amy were among the first to access the venue. They wowed and congratulated me on my looks and went on straight to the buffet, like the rest of the early guests. The audience turned out to be mostly small groups and people alone, only a few couples. Harry welcomed everyone with his poised smile, shaking hands with whoever reached out to him. I had to shake a lot of hands too, a little nice smile nailed to my face, thanking God for my square heels that felt almost comfortable.
I singled out Harry's ex right away. Tall and fit like the prince, but blond, pale and with striking blue eyes. Harry didn't even flinch, and shook his hand with a quick nod.
"Stan," he said, like he said the name of everyone he recognized.
"Harry," the ex replied, and took a moment longer than necessary to turn to me to force a smile.
