“Lil.” As she turned, she glimpsed a huddle of the Lilly Pulitzer Fan Club. Joey dove her head into her sister’s shoulder—part salve, part shield.

“It’s okay, Jo.” Lily awkwardly patted her shoulder.

“It’s so not okay, Lil. I’m terrible. I’m just like Mom. I’ve ruined Grant’s life.”

“You didn’t ruin Grant’s life. You’ve been married for two seconds. You’ll get it annulled. You’re being a drama queen. Do you know how lucky you are? Leo loves you, and you love him. I knew you loved him. That’s why I had to tell him to go to Edith’s.”

Joey lifted her head from Lily’s shoulder. “You couldn’t have told him to go yesterday though? Or this morning? You had to wait until right before my wedding?”

Lily had the grace to blush. “Look, Jo, at first I wasn’t sure I should tell Leo. I mean, I like Grant. He’s always been so nice to me. And by the time I decided I had to tell Leo, I was so crazed with the party for the Sri Lankan jewelry, and it slipped my mind to call him after, and then I totally meant to tell him at the rehearsal dinner, but you can’t imagine my to-do list. My head was crammed with—”

Joey put up a hand. “Okay. It doesn’t matter. But Lil, what if I got engaged to Grant just to try to prove something to myself?”

“Then you did it, Joey. Seriously, why do you love beating yourself up? So you made a mistake, and now we’ll fix it. It will be fine, Jo. I’ll deal with everything here.”

“Lil, that’s—”

“I’m your sister.” Lily shrugged. “I got it.”

Joey watched a couple she didn’t recognize pose by one of the flower walls.

“Jo, you know Mom did the flower walls.”

“What do you mean?” Joey saw her mother talking to the DJ across the gray marble dance floor.

“I mean, Mom made them. She’s been working on them in the basement for…I don’t know, months.”

“Mom made like…everything?” Joey did a spin around to absorb it. “All of the paper flowers? But…there are thousands.”

“Thousands,” confirmed Lily. “She wanted to do something special for you. But, like…don’t go feeling guilty about this too. Get it together, sis. Seriously.”

The event planner inserted her face between them. Her mouthpiece nearly took out Joey’s eye. “It’s go time, Joey.”

Joey saw her father shuffling on the edge of the floor. His face fell when they locked eyes. He looked like a gangly middle school boy whose crush turned him down when he asked her to Snowball.

Lily said quietly, “Joey, I’ll dance with Dad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s my dad too.”