HER FATHER PUSHED HER INTO THE FOUNTAIN AT HER SISTER’S WEDDING—THEN HER SECRET HUSBAND WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR

taking anyone’s hand. Water trailed from her dress onto the marble floor. Her makeup had smudged slightly beneath one eye, but she didn’t wipe it away. For the first time that night, no one laughed.

Ernest cleared his throat, forcing control back into his voice. “Mariana always loved drama,” he said with a strained chuckle. “She’s fine, everyone.”

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