I rattled the ice in my almost-empty glass with my eyes glued to the screen. The first time I’d watched the video, I’d concentrated on the groom—trying to see if he’d had any clue what was about to go down. He definitely hadn’t, and it made watching the asshole get what was coming to him that much more enjoyable. But this time I focused on the bride. And as beautiful as she looked, I could now see the hurt in her eyes. It reminded me of this afternoon, when I’d been truthful about why she’d been invited to a second interview—except the hurt was magnified times a thousand.
I pressed play and watched as Evie took the microphone and asked for everyone’s attention. Zooming in, I noticed her hands shaking. A few months ago, when it hit the news, I’d chalked the video up to a crazy bride. But n
