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""“Go sit beside him,” Madison said, and the laughter that followed made Elena Ramirez stop so abruptly that champagne climbed the sides of six crystal flutes.
She stood between two white-clothed tables with both hands under the silver tray, aware of forty or fifty faces turning toward her and of the bride’s smile shining brighter than the tiara in her blonde hair.
For most of the afternoon, Elena had survived the wedding by becoming useful enough to be invisible.
She had refilled water glasses, replaced dropped forks, carried plates around chairs pushed carelessly into the aisles, and ignored the occasional guest who snapped fingers instead of using words.
Being laughed at required a different kind of invisibility.
She lowered her eyes and prepared to move.
Then she saw the man Madison had indicated.
He sat alone at the edge of a table near the windows, dressed entirely in black among men wearing navy and gray, his enormous shoulders making the gold chair beneath him look temporary.
Tattoos disappeared beneath his cuffs and climbed above his collar, and a dark beard sharpened a face Elena had spent eleven years teaching herself not to search for in crowds.
Her fingers locked around the tray.
No.
The word never reached her mouth.
Across the room, Adrian Moretti looked directly at her.
The restrained laughter thinned.
Madison glanced from Elena to Adrian, still apparently pleased with herself.
“Come on,” she said, lifting her champagne flute.
“I’m giving you an upgrade.”
A man beside her covered a laugh with his hand.
Someone farther down the table murmured, “Jesus, Maddie.”
Elena heard none of it clearly.
Adrian had not moved.
His eyes traveled across her face with an attention that felt almost physical.
She knew those eyes despite the years in them.
The last time she had seen him, there had been blood on his shirt that did not belong to him, rain running from his hair, and a yellow cab waiting at the curb because she had been too afraid to accept his offer of a ride.
He had been thirty-four then.
He had also been the most frightening man she had ever trusted.
Now he looked harder, heavier, and somehow more tired.
Elena forced air into her lungs.
A champagne flute trembled against another with a delicate click.
Adrian heard it.
His brow tightened.
Madison’s smile faltered when she noticed that he was not participating in the joke.
“Adrian?”
He pushed his chair backward.
The scrape of its legs across the polished floor cut through the room.
Several conversations stopped at once.
Adrian rose.
Elena had forgotten how absurdly tall he was.
Memory had reduced him over the years into pieces she could manage: a voice, a hand around a paper coffee cup, a black coat disappearing through a hospital door.
Standing twenty feet away, he became a whole person again.
And whole people were harder to bury.
A server carrying a basket of bread halted near the kitchen doors.
The band continued playing softly for another three seconds before the pianist noticed the silence and let his hands fall from the keys.
Adrian stepped around the table.
Elena considered walking away.
It was an embarrassing instinct because there was nowhere to go without making the situation worse.
She was working a wedding on the fifty-second floor of a Manhattan hotel, carrying six glasses of expensive champagne, with her supervisor somewhere behind the ballroom doors and rent due on Tuesday.
Running from a guest was not covered in the employee handbook, but she was fairly sure management discouraged it.
Adrian stopped several feet from her.
He did not smile.
“Your name.”
The words were quiet.
That made them worse.
Elena looked up at him.
For one childish second, she considered lying.
A different surname would not change her face.
“Elena Ramirez.”
Something happened to him that Elena had never seen when they knew each other.
His certainty disappeared.
Not dramatically.
His mouth opened slightly, then closed.
His shoulders seemed to lose a fraction of their rigidity.
His eyes searched hers again, this time without suspicion.
“Elena.”
She wished he had not said it that way.
Madison set down her glass.
“What’s happening?”
Nobody answered her.
Elena shifted the tray lower because her wrists had begun to ache.
Adrian looked at her white service shirt, black vest, bow tie, then at the champagne.
“Why are you serving champagne here?”
The question struck her as so ridiculous that a small, disbelieving laugh escaped before she could stop it.
Several guests looked at one another.
Elena’s embarrassment sharpened into irritation.
“Because they hired me to.”
Adrian stared at her.
She immediately regretted the answer, though not because it was rude.
She regretted how familiar it sounded.
Years ago, he had asked why she was carrying three grocery bags through freezing rain instead of taking a cab.
Because I bought groceries, she had told him.
What else would I do with them?
He had laughed for nearly a block.
There was no laughter in him now.
“You work here?”
“Today I do.”
“Elena.”
“Please don’t.”
His jaw tightened.
She could see the question arriving before he asked it.
“What happened?”
Her cheeks grew hot.
Behind Adrian, Madison had risen from her chair.
The bride’s confusion was beginning to draw a new kind of attention from the guests, no longer amusement but calculation.
People were trying to understand whether they had witnessed a joke or stepped accidentally into somebody else’s private disaster.
Elena looked toward the ballroom doors.
Her supervisor, Mr. Kim, had appeared there.
His expression contained the particular horror of a hospitality manager watching a problem develop among wealthy clients.
Elena gave him a tiny shake of her head.
Do not come over.
For once, he understood her perfectly.
Adrian followed her glance.
“You’re afraid you’ll get in trouble.”
“I’m afraid six glasses are going to end up on somebody’s dress.”
He reached for the tray.
Elena pulled it back.
“No.”
May you like
“I’m taking it.”
“You’re a guest.”
