Unwelcome Company

The sun had climbed higher by the time they finished prepping the last of the table markers and floral arrangements. A warm breeze drifted through the Garden Pavilion, stirring the scent of orchids and sea salt. Lyra stepped back, wiping her palms discreetly against her skirt as she exchanged a nod with Tasha.

“That’s the last of it,” Maeve said, stretching her arms above her head. “If I stand an