“Photographers,” I whisper, leading us to the reception area. “Gross that they’d do this under these circumstances. I’m sorry. I thought we’d have privacy here, or I would’ve nev—” She places her finger on top of my lips. “You can only control yourself, no one else, okay? You don’t owe me an apology. I said I wanted all of you, Zane. That means the good and the bad.” I tilt her chin upward, my expression softening. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being you. For being here. For understanding. For not being upset.” She hooks her finger with mine. “You’re more than welcome.”
