“The wedding is in a month, and Catherine will be staying here in Toronto until then,” Joseph said, his voice low and measured like a judge handing down a life sentence. “We’ll have the ceremony here, before the two of you move to LA for good.” I stared at him.
Every part of me wanted to object. Loudly and dramatically. But what was the point? The ink had dried long before either of us had a chance to protest.
“We’ll give you two some time to talk,” Tim Ashton said. And we desperately needed that.
