I took a moment to absorb this, still puzzled. “But why leave the wedding over that, Robert?”
He hesitated, eyes on the road. “That restaurant is about to be demolished. They’re planning to turn it into a parking lot next week. David and Jessica, among others, have been fierce advocates to preserve it, a part of their history, part of their story. They knew it might get media coverage, and they wanted to make a statement today—a way to garner attention, to remind people of the little things that matter. Your sister figured this was the best day to do just that, surrounded by those who love them and would support their cause.”
The realization hit me. Jessica’s secret smile during the wedding was more than just joy; it was a shared secret, a quiet rebellion for something they believed in. I found myself smiling, admiration bubbling up inside me.
“That’s bold,” I admitted, a chuckle escaping my lips. “And so like Jessica. She always did have a flair for the dramatic.”
