Chapter ThirteenOnly by lack of a bridesmaid dress had Cornelia been able to beg off from becoming a member of Sienna’s and Roy’s State Dining Room wedding on the First Floor of the Residence.
“Besides,” Cornelia had told her, “I’m nearly a foot taller than you are. I’d look ridiculous.”
“No, you’d look lovely. Besides, are you saying that I’ll look ridiculous when I’m bridesmaid at your wedding?”
That was no longer as uncomfortable a thought as it had been.
“I’ll make sure there’s time for all of us to get dresses,” she retreated to her earlier excuse and Sienna was too happy to protest Cornelia’s escape.
The three days after the explosion had been incredibly busy, even by her new standards.
Debriefing, closing the files, and sending a very back-channel thank you to President Madani
