Portia was taking a break while Nigel danced with his stepmother.
“Mrs. Mann looks like she’s taken a bite out of a lemon,” I murmured as I reached for an orange from a bowl of fruit on the bridal table and tore at the peel.
“That’s because she’s dancing with Nigel rather than Addison. Nigel’s not her favorite person.”
“It’s a pity you chose to marry into that family.” I broke off a wedge of the fruit and handed it to her, along with a napkin to catch the juice.
“I chose to marry Nigel. His family can go hang.”
“Portia!” But I was biting back laughter.
“Don’t pretend you’re shocked. Mr. Mann is bending Father’s ear—which frankly, is nothing more than Father deserves—and you saw what Addison was capable of at the bachelor party.”
“Nigel told you about that?”
“Of course. He’d never k
