Jack came to the wedding. It was unavoidable, given how the family would look upon his absence. But watching Kitty stand up with Freddy was unexpectedly painful, and even when the intricate patterns of the dance brought her to his hand and side he could find no solace, for the light of shining worship in her eyes was not for him. Not anymore.
Her cheeks were pink, her lips rosy, her feet so light and right and sure as they moved alongside his, and he had to forgive her, after all, and Freddy too.
All the missteps were his own.