Page 81 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

But no one’s feeling like doing a wedding rehearsal after all of this, that’s for sure.

“We don’t need to rehearse, darling, do we? We know our lines,” Emma says, walking arm in arm with Fred in a way that looks romantic but is really her half propping him up.

Fred insists that he’s fine, and they leave together to go back to their room.

“What’s that about?” Harper asks, coming up to me with Shawna, who looks stressed for a change.

Ha ha.

Stressed is her resting face.

“They’re skipping the rehearsal. Fred bumped his head and needs to lie down for a bit.”

“Oh, no!” Shawna says. “But I need them in their places.”

“Don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“Is he okay?” Harper says, as Shawna says, “Is the wedding canceled?”

Was that a note of hope in her voice?

I mean, it probably was.

Because she has no interest in planning this wedding.

Not because she’s the one who hit Fred on the head.

“Wedding is still on,” I say with a confidence I don’t feel.

What Idofeel is the weight of that cell phone in my pocket. The one everyone let me take from Fred, the one we’re all pretending doesn’t exist.

Fred has a burner phone like a drug dealer.

What does that mean?

I almost don’t want to check, but let’s be honest, you know I’m going to.

In a minute.

“What am I going to do?” Shawna says, twisting her hands in front of her. “Everything’s all arranged. Weneedto rehearse.”

“Hey, now, don’t worry,” Harper says, putting her arm around Shawna’s shoulders and hugging her close. “We can think of something.”

“But the photographer fromPeople, and everyone...We need to do a dress.”

Harper gets a look on her face I don’t like. “Could we use stand-ins? Like on set. When they’re setting up a shot. We could even use Ken—that would work, wouldn’t it?”

“I guess?” Shawna says.

“But who’s playing Emma?” I ask, but I know who it’s going to be.

Me.

I have foresight like that sometimes.

Sounds cool, right?

It isn’t.

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