When they arrived at the historic chapel the sunlight was reflecting off the stone walls and the manicured hedges. Justin was standing near the entrance in a suit that was a little too tight for his shoulders.
His mother Gillian was beside him wearing pearls and a look of practiced judgment that she used on everyone. People began to turn their heads when the long white car pulled into the drop off lane.
Maxwell stepped out first and the crowd whispered as they recognized the famous executive. Then he reached back and offered his hand to Cassidy as she emerged from the car in her emerald dress.
The reaction from the wedding guests was immediate and visible as the air seemed to leave the room. Justin smile vanished and was replaced by a look of total confusion and sudden fear.
“Cassidy?” he stammered as she approached the steps with the twins and Maxwell. “You invited us and we decided to come,” she said with a calm and steady voice.
Maxwell shook Justin hand and introduced himself as the boys father employer. The phrasing was a subtle reminder that Justin was not the most important person in the conversation.