He’d heard plenty.
“What’s going on here?”
Colin stood behind Joyce.
From his expression, he’d heard plenty.
He looked at Paige’s trembling hands, then at my ruined skirt. Without saying a word, he gently took the napkin from Paige.
He walked out.
Then he turned toward the DJ.
“Turn off the music.”
The room fell silent.
“Give me five minutes.”
And he walked out.
I looked at her.
Joyce watched him leave, then smiled.
“Good. He’s going to sort this out.”
I looked at her.
“For once, Joyce, I think you’re right.”
But as I stared at the doors, I couldn’t imagine what Colin was planning.
Colin walked in.
Five minutes later, the reception doors opened.
Colin walked in carrying a large cardboard box.
The moment Joyce saw it, her smile vanished. She grabbed the edge of a table.
“Colin,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t do that to your own mother.”
