opened the door to find Blake on my porch, his handsome face creased with confusion and alarm. Behind him, his parents were just emerging from their luxury SUV.
Victoria’s expression was a mixture of concern and poorly concealed curiosity.
“Sophia,” Blake began, pitching his voice low as if sharing sensitive information, “there seems to be some confusion about the wedding. The venue called my mother, saying everything had been canceled, but that can’t be right. Amber’s not answering her phone.”
“Blake,” I interrupted gently, “Amber is inside. There’s no confusion.
