Her hair was in my hand, and her head was on the table. The smell of champagne choked me, making me want to throw up the previous cocktails and the finger sandwiches. Christine was crying, trying to get out of my grasp. I saw the way she looked at my husband, though. Fiancé, for a few more days. Why wa he even here? She said …

“So what, Amy?! Let go of her!” Marianne shouted. “He’s here to see her!” She tugged at my arm and I went limp. He was here to see _her_? Not me? He knew I’d be here, though, celebrating. Before I committed myself to him for the rest of my life.

“He was going to tell you here, tonight. With all of your friends for support.”

I vomited, watching him walk up to the table.