“Here we go,” Lincoln grasps Savannah’s hand. Signaling to Hamilton and me, he urges, “You two go on in. We’ll join you at the front in a moment.”
I squeeze Savannah’s hand. We share a smile, and I wink. We’re about to reveal a betrayal, and I know Lincoln’s mother will not appreciate it. I remind myself to not make a scene as I protect Savannah from the fall out. My friend is happy, and that is all that matters.
Hamilton opens the door, the crowd quiets, and all eyes fall on us as we make our way down the makeshift aisle. At the front, Hamilton places a chaste kiss upon my lips before we part, awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom.
The guests stand when Lincoln and Savannah appear. Audible gasps are heard at their beauty. My eyes are locked on Lincoln’s mother and sister. Seated in the front row, they have yet to notice Savannah’s attire.