Bab 612: Chapter 612: Twenty-One

I gaped. For a long, awkward, uncomfortable moment that became more awkward and uncomfortable by the heartbeat. But I simply couldn't.

Couldn't.

Comprehend-

Wedding?

Damn it, girl, Gram's mind snapped in mine. You knew this.

I looked up at her. What?

Gram hesitated, face falling. Didn't you?

Oh. My. Freaking. Swearword.

Shenka's voice broke the stillness, though I didn't hear a word she said. Before I knew it, she pulled me to my feet, the happy, kind tone of her voice telling me she'd smoothed things over, though the shocked looks on the watching witch's faces had to reflect my own.

Wedding?

"Syd." Shenka pulled me behind one of the large trees on the border of our property and the park, one hand tight on my arm, a smile plastered on her face, a positive mask for the outside world while her magic wrapped me in a hug. "You didn't know?"

Splutter. "What the hell?" Still trying to pull myself together over here. "What the freaking hell?"