“Who the hell,” she said in a conversational tone, “is behind that camera?”

It certainly wasn’t Patty-Cake, who had stuck her microphone in Button Ogilvie’s face and was asking about her dress, and was that Dior? Patty-Cake herself was in a sheath of electric blue that showed off her cleavage and the exact shape of an obviously enhanced derriere and tilted her slightly forward, so that she looked like an exotic breed of chicken, which John pointed out because it was true, and because he desperately wanted to make Angie smile.

“The feathers on her hat complete the image,” she agreed.

There was some work to be done with Angie, John knew that; maybe being stuck here would be a good thing, in the end. Neither one of them would be able to bolt off when the discussion got rough, as it was bound to.

“John?” Angie said. “Do you know who’s behind that video camera?”

He said, “My guess is, Will Sloan. He’s got the public-access TV station all tied up these days.”

Tony walked past Patty-Cake and her cameraman and shot them an incredulous look. Angie snorted a laugh.

“This will be the best-documented no-show wedding in Ogilvie history,” John said. Then he realized that if Tony was there, Rivera must be, too. He thought about that, wondered if he should raise the subject, and decided there weren’t words enough in the language to sort out how he was feeling about Rivera.

Patty-Cake was running in tiny little steps to catch up with Kai and—John gulped as he saw this—his mother and stepfather. OP-TV wasn’t alone in wanting to talk to Lucy, who had her usual small crowd of admirers trailing along.

“Sam looks a little thunderstruck,” Angie said.

“Lucy Ogilvie in her element is more than most men can handle.”

“Lucy!” Patty-Cake was calling. “Lucy, won’t you spare a few words for Girl Talk?”

Apparently Lucy would not; she never slowed down, though she did throw Patty-Cake and her viewers her own version of the royal wave.

“She’s going to sit with Miss Zula,” Angie said.

John had successfully avoided the idea of Miss Zula for the last day or so, but there she was on the screen with her sister and a half dozen other Bragg relatives. For the first time he was actually glad to be locked in the editing suite.

Angie glanced at him, and he had the sense he was reading his thoughts. She said, “I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry for Caroline, too. But mostly I’m sorry for Rivera. You’re not the only one Caroline disappointed last night, you know.”

That caught him off guard. He said, “Caroline dumped Rivera?”

Angie shot him a sour glance. “You can’t dump somebody unless you’re already with them. That make you feel better?”