“Henry. He brought me back to you. I’m having him there.” He sighs heavily. “As long as he doesn’t disrupt the ceremony.” “Why would he do that?” But Henry doesn’t answer me, his eyes narrowing on Margo. “I suppose I have you to thank for this?” “And so many other wonderful things in your life.” She blows him a kiss and then says something in rapid French. “No.” His tone is sharp. “Absolutely not.”
