Elaine reached us before he did.
“Maggie,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “Oh, sweetheart. You look beautiful.”
I tugged at the side of my dress.
“It’s old.”
Her arms tightened around me for half a second.
Before she could answer, Ryan’s voice cut across the patio.
“Well! This is interesting.”
“It’s old.”
Conversations thinned.
People pretended not to look while looking anyway.
Ryan walked toward us with Lucille beside him.
“Maggie,” he said.
His eyes slid over Daniel.
“And who’s this?”
Conversations thinned.
Daniel stepped forward calmly.
“Daniel. Maggie’s boyfriend.”
The word boyfriend seemed to hang between the patio stones and the sky.
Ryan stared.
Then he laughed.
“Him??”
Heads turned.
“Daniel. Maggie’s boyfriend.”
Ryan pointed at Daniel, then at me.
“Your boyfriend?”
Heat crawled up my neck.
Lucille looked down into her drink, but I saw the smile she was hiding.
Ryan laughed harder.
“Come on, Maggie! You obviously paid him to come here with you.”
The yard went quiet.
“You obviously paid him to come here with you.”
