Chapter 15 - Evelyn Wears Ivory Again
Two years after Camille’s wedding, Nathaniel and I held the reception we
never had.
Small.
Eighty people.
No corporate spectacle.
No politicians unless they were actual friends.
Camille helped choose flowers.
Diana attended.
Charles was invited.
I did not know whether he would come.
He did.
He sat quietly near the back.
I wore ivory.
That choice was deliberate.
Before dinner, Camille approached carrying a glass of red wine.
I stared at it.
She froze.
Then both of us started laughing.
“Too soon?”
“Forever too soon.”
She exchanged it for champagne.
Nathaniel joined us.
Camille looked at him.
“You know, the first time I saw you, I thought Evelyn had hired someone
to terrify Dad.”
Nathaniel deadpanned:
“She couldn’t afford me.”
May you like
I elbowed him.
For once, family laughter did not require someone to be humiliated.
