urant in SoHo. The air buzzed with laugh

else's life. Her hands, still lightly bandaged, re

was

reamed for attention. Every time she laughed, she would touch Chase's

es, leaned toward Clare. "I was so sorry to hear

a performer's sympathy. "It was all my fault. I feel just awful.

's shoulders. "It wasn't your

sn't just an accident, that protocols were ignored

but firm. "We're not doing this here." He was talk

nder... sometimes when a bride is under a lot of stress... they c

d poisonous. That Clare had hurt herself

ed at her,

He turned to Clare, and his face was a mask of disappo

ng her. In front of all these people

something th

's eye, wiping away a single, perfect tear. It was an intimate

y. The noise fade

er chair scraped

voice a thin, brittle thi

ack straight. She could feel every ey

n't loo