“Frank! Open the damn door!”
It was Jasper’s voice, stripped of its usual smooth, arrogant cadence. It sounded sharp, frantic, and desperate.
I walked over to the door and unlocked it.
Jasper pushed his way inside, breathing heavily. He was still in his wedding tuxedo, but the bowtie was undone, and his hair was disheveled. Behind him stood Sophie, her expensive white wedding dress trailing on my cheap linoleum floor. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her eyes were wide with a mixture of anger and panic.
“What is the meaning of this, Dad?” Sophie demanded, her voice high-pitched. “You ruined my reception! You said three words and walked out, and Jasper’s boss started asking questions! Everyone was whispering! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for us?”
