And at first, all I could see was Brandon.
He was standing up at the front in his gray suit with tears already glistening in his eyes, looking at me like I was the only thing in the entire world, and my whole chest went warm and full and I started walking toward him.
But then I noticed something strange. People weren’t looking at my face. They were looking behind me. At the floor behind me, at the train. A few of them pointed. There was a whisper, and
then another, and it moved through the rows of seated guests like a breeze moving through grass.
I thought, at first, that maybe something had snagged. That I’d caught a leaf or a bit of
decoration on the hem
and was dragging it. I kept walking, but my smile started to feel uncertain.
By the time I was halfway down the aisle, people weren’t whispering anymore. They were openly staring. Some had their hands over their mouths.
And up at the front, I watched Brandon’s smile slowly fall off his face as he looked past me, at whatever everyone was looking at.
Lisa was standing near the front in her pale blue flower-girl dress, her little basket of petals forgotten in her hand. As I got closer, she leaned sideways to see behind me, and her face
scrunched up in pure confusion.
