Then I noticed Caleb.
He had stepped away from Lena, toward the doorway leading into the reception hall. Sophia was a few feet from Lena, speaking to her quietly. I couldn’t hear everything over the guests asking whether I needed an ambulance.
Caleb could.
He stopped moving.
His shoulders went still.
Sophia said something else. Lena answered.
Whatever Caleb heard changed his face.
He turned back toward my sister.
“Lena.”
She looked at him, irritated now. “What?”
“What did you just say to Sophia?”
Lena glanced at Sophia. “Nothing.”
“I heard you.”
The laughter disappeared from Lena’s face completely.
Mom was still trying to wrap the towel around me without touching my right shoulder. Dad had gone for ice. Around us, guests formed loose circles and pretended very badly not to listen.
Caleb stepped closer.
“You said you knew she wouldn’t be able to catch herself on that side.”
Lena stared at him.
He continued, quieter now.
“You said that was the point.”
The water dripping off my dress suddenly felt colder.
I looked at my sister. “What does that mean?”
She shook her head immediately. “It doesn’t mean anything. I was talking about the joke.”
“What joke?” Caleb asked.
“The pool, obviously.”
“You told me you just did it.”
“I did.”
“No. You told me it was spontaneous.”
“It was.”
“Then why were you talking about her shoulder like you’d thought about it before?”
Lena’s mouth tightened.
Mom stepped in before she physically moved between them.
“Everybody is upset,” she said. “This is not the time to start accusing people of things.”
Caleb looked at her.
“I’m asking my fiancée a question.”
“And I answered it,” Lena snapped. “I pushed Tessa into a pool. I didn’t push her off a roof.”
My shoulder was throbbing so hard I felt nauseated.
“You knew I couldn’t catch myself,” I said.
Lena turned to me. “I knew you were injured. That is not the same thing as trying to injure you.”
That sentence would become her defense for days.
Caleb rubbed both hands over his face. Behind him, the garden chairs were already set in neat white rows. The ceremony was supposed to begin in less than half an hour.
Finally he said, “I can’t do this right now.”
Lena blinked. “Do what?”
“Stand up there and get married while you’re lying to me.”
“You are not serious.”
“I need the truth.”
“You have the truth.”
“No, I have three different versions in ten minutes.”
She reached for his arm.
He stepped back.
That tiny movement changed the afternoon. Until then, everyone had been treating the disaster like a delay we could smooth over.
The venue coordinator approached carefully.
“We need to know whether the ceremony is still happening.”
Caleb looked at Lena for a long moment.
Then he said, “Not today.”
Lena’s head snapped toward him.
“You cannot cancel our wedding because of one stupid moment.”
“I said not today.”
The news moved through the courtyard without an announcement. Guests whispered. A few headed toward the parking area while others stared at the empty chairs.
I stood there in a borrowed towel, my injured arm pressed against my body, and realized something I had not yet found words for.
For the first time in my life, Lena had done something hurtful—and nobody was asking me to make it small enough for her to escape the consequences.
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