'The invitation we sent to the Clarks... They never RSVP'd. It is not as if I want to see him—far from it—but the sheer audacity of leaving us in suspense is just unbearable.'
Amelie sighed, tapping her fingers on top of the desk.
She couldn't help but wonder how furious it must have made Samantha. Amelie imagined the younger woman seething with anger, her frustration boiling over as she waited for her husband to make a decision whether to come to his ex-wife's wedding or not.
A small, almost guilty smile played on Amelie's lips at the thought. But she quickly pushed it aside and turned her attention to the present.