Lucy’s pov

I pulled my phone out the second I cleared the doorway and called her. It rang and rang and then went straight to voicemail like she had already decided I didn’t matter enough to answer.

“Pick up, damn it,” I muttered under my breath, thumb already jabbing the call button again. Same thing. Just the empty tone and the low murmur of the crowd ahead of me.

I shoved the phone back into my pocket and slipped into a seat near the back before anyone could look at me too long. The ceremony was already underway. Soft music. Soft lights. My mother stood at the front in a...