As Howard drove, she leaned back and tried to remember her wedding day. In the rush to elope with Noah, she’d found it difficult to concentrate on the ceremony. She could vaguely remember standing at an altar decorated with white roses listening to the officiant drone on and on.
When it came time for her to speak, her voice cracked as she said, “I do.” Then Howard had lifted the veil and planted a very chaste kiss on her lips. She’d hated the kiss most of all—it had left like a betrayal of Noah.
After that she remembered rushing away, hastily tearing at the small buttons on her dress to get it off and struggling to button it over Janet’s larger bust. She had changed into street clothes and raced out of the mansion, trying to meet Noah before Janet had to take her place at the reception
