Fiona hesitated, her hand unconsciously rising to smooth her hair, a nervous gesture she thought she'd outgrown.
Should she approach him? The rational part of her mind warned against it - after all, the past was past, and they had all moved on. Hadn't they?
But another part of her, a part that had been awakened at this wedding and refused to be silenced, urged her forward.
Before she could second-guess herself, Fiona found her feet carrying her towards Jaegar's table.