My phone goes off again. Violet is calling me. I won’t bother her with any of this on her big day. Today, she gets everything she wants, no matter what.

“Trey, is Heather still here?”

“Yes, I believe her flight is in a few hours.”

“You can’t let her leave. Get down there now and bring her here.”

“You want me to bring her to the venue? Now?”

“Yes. I don’t know how it happened, but one of my bridesmaids was zipping down the garment bag, and the zipper caught on my dress! There’s a big tear down the seam. I need her here now.”

“Violet, how the fuck do you expect me to get her there without anyone seeing her?”

“Your car has tinted windows, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but—”

She cuts me off. “Come up through the service elevator. Park in the back and then have one of the assistants come get yourcar. Leave the keys in it. Be her lookout and check the corridors before you let her come through.”

I think for a minute.

“Trey?!”

“I’m here. Okay, I think we can make that work. Clear the bridal suite and tell everyone that they cannot enter until you give the all clear.”

“Got it. Now HURRY!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be there soon.”

I text Heather next.

Me:You can’t leave.

Heather:You said I had to be out of here before the wedding was over, or someone might find me.

Me:Violet needs you at the venue. Dress emergency.

Heather:Are you sure?

Me:We’ll make it work. We have a plan. I’m coming in now.

Heather:You’re already here?

Me:Yes.

I go inside and find her in the break room, still holding her phone. I wave at her to come with me.

“Leave your bags. No one will come back here until after tomorrow. Violet is making sure everything is set.”

She puts her phone in her pocket and grabs her purse and another bag that I assume is her sewing stuff. We speed walk out to my car with Heather’s hood up on her sweatshirt. She pulls it down when the doors are closed.

“Trey, you’re really sure about this?”

“I am.”

I buckle my seatbelt, and we head off. At the venue, I do exactly as Violet and I discussed. It takes longer than it should, and we have a couple of near-discoveries, but we eventually get to the bridal suite undetected. Violet rushes over to her, dress in hand.

“Can you fix it?”