And I hoped I could watch the entire fight without looking away. My nervous energy increased by the second, my foot tapping against the floor as we waited for the fight to commence. So much for the confession acting as a distraction.

I was grateful when Dean, Zoe, Ren, Elijah, and Navin arrived to take the seats next to me, their joking and excitement somewhat diverting.

“I’d like another champagne,” Mom said, drawing my attention from my friends. She gazed over her shoulder, obviously in search of a passing waiter.

Needing something to do, I offered to get her one, and strode down the aisle toward the back of the room where I saw catering staff working the guests who hadn’t taken their seats yet.

I’d almost cleared the chairs when a familiar blond suddenly popped up from a seat near the aisle. “Parker?”

Almost stumbling to a halt, I gazed up at the gorgeous woman in front of me. Even in my heels, I had to look up. She must have stood six feet in her high-heeled sandals. She wore a red dress that clung to every amazing curve on her body.

Marcy.

The widow of Rhys’s best friend.

She beamed at me. “I made Rhys show me a photo of you, I hope you don’t mind. Wow, you’re even more gorgeous in real life.”

Me?

This glamazon thought I was gorgeous? I blushed. “Uh, thank you. You are too. Marcy, right?”

Her grin widened. “Yeah, that’s me.” She gestured behind me to the ring. “I had to be here. I wanted Rhys to know I absolutely support him.”

God, she was so nice. I stepped toward her. “He appreciates that more than you know. But …” I was afraid to ask in case it wasn’t my place.

“But?”

“Are … are you okay? Being here?”

Her eyes grew a little bright as her expression softened. “I guess we both need to do this. Face our fears. You know.” She shrugged a little helplessly.

Without thinking, I reached out to squeeze her elbow. “Why don’t you come sit with me and my family and friends?”

Marcy smiled again, her eyes moving over my face as if she was searching for something. “You’re exactly how he described.”

“How—”

“But I’m here with a few friends.” She gestured to the seats beside her and I only then noticed two more glamazons, a brunette and a redhead, watching our interaction. By the narrowing of their eyes and their intense study, they seemed ready to jump to their feet to defend Marcy if need be. “They’ve got my back.”