The Wedding Night… and the Stranger by the Exit
The wedding was intimate and warm.
Soft lights glowed overhead.
White lilies framed the room.
Elin moved through the reception in a satin dress that looked like it had been made for her and only her.
I had never felt prouder.
Then I noticed a woman near the exit.
She wasn’t laughing.
She wasn’t dancing.
She wasn’t making small talk.
She was watching Elin with an intensity that didn’t belong to a casual guest.
