Chapter 1

The engagement party was Nora's idea.

Not the party itself — that had been Marcus's mother's idea, immediate and enthusiastic the moment the ring went on — but the venue, the flowers, the specific shade of white on the tablecloths that Marcus had looked at and said they all look the same to me and she had laughed and picked one anyway. She was good at that. Picking things. Making decisions that made other people comfortable without anyone asking her to.

She stood near the bar in a green dress she had bought because Marcus said green was her color and smiled at people she mostly knew and...