Tessa pov
“I was rude, and you never deserved it.” I blinked, feeling a slight confusion rising inside me as I absently turned the fork on the table over and over, silently rolling it as I stared at Nathan’s mother. She looked beautiful in her lavender-colored wedding gown, her brown hair that once upon a time must have been as dark as Isaac’s was a washed-out brown now, white strands littered throughout her hair and worn proudly down her shoulders. She hadn’t clasped her hair back, letting it fall loosely with a soft veil lying back against her hair.
Her new husband, Chris’s grandfather, had the warmest and brightest smile on his face as he danced with Addison. I had met Chris’s father earlier as well. I was surprised to hear he had lost his legs in a rogue attack when Chris was a lot
