looking at Emmett. “Should we get glasses? We have so much to celebrate.”
Colette appeared silently at the door. Two champagne flutes on a tray. She set them down at the remaining two seats, one at the head of the table where I stood, one beside it where Emmett was still frozen.
“Please,” I gestured to his chair. “Sit. This is your party, after all.continue reading …
