“You didn’t think he’d be here,” she said slowly, the realization cutting deeper than anger. Her eyes went to Vincent. “That’s why you were so against him coming. That’s why you kept pushing to have him outside.” Vincent didn’t answer.
Emma went on, her voice steady now, frighteningly calm. “You planned around him not being here at all.” Daniel looked away. Emma shook her head, disbelief burning through her. “Why today?” she demanded. “Why my wedding?”