Drew slaps the counter.
“BLACKWELL'S BRIDE WINS.”
“It does not.”
Jalen raises his glass.
“To Blackwell's Bride.”
Everyone grabs whatever they're holding.
Wine.
Champagne.
Beer.
Hannah has a wooden spoon.
Drew lifts his whisk.
Jade has nothing because she is still staring at Sabine.
She finally speaks.
“Sabine.”
Sabine looks toward her.
“Yes?”
“I want the entire story.”
“No,” I say.
Neither woman acknowledges me.
“Beginning to end,” Jade continues. “The bridge. Sergei. How you got inside the wedding. Why Xavier suddenly disappeared. How you went from anonymous hacker to Mrs. Blackwell in approximately fifteen minutes. Everything.”
Sabine glances at me.
I shake my head.
She smiles.
“Maybe.”
Jade points at the phone.
“I like you.”
Sabine blinks.
Then looks at me.
“She is terrifying.”
“I warned you.”