Chapter 42

Cecelia stared at Dante, the wedding invitation sample still clutched in her hand. The gold-embossed lettering seemed to mock her now.

"What do you mean, postponed?" Her voice came out too high, too tight.

Dante loosened his tie, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. "Just what I said. We need to push the wedding back. Until things stabilize with the company."

"Push it back? Pu