Three
A few hours later, when dusk colored the sky, the voice telling Skye that she should stay away from Aaron Hammond was silent. In the centerpieces on the picnic tables and in the Mason jar lanterns strung around the Carlyles’ front yard, vanilla candles burned brightly, their merry flames dancing in a soft breeze. Laughter and music flowed through and around Skye, and she felt more relaxed than she had in… years. Tonight, she was at peace with herself and her decision to end her marriage. Maybe it was the glass of champagne she’d been sipping for the last hour, but she doubted it. The evening was nothing short of magical, and her companions were delightful.
She had eaten with the wedding party, made her toast, and taken hundreds of pictures during the shoot, then promptly taken Aaro
