Rubbing her temples, Sarah closed her eyes to give them a moment of rest from the light. Even the painkiller was powerless against the pounding war behind her eyes. Thankfully, she’d managed to plaster her best smile onto her face for the photos. The alternative would’ve been Katie’s anger for turning up to her wedding with a hangover. Why had she let Timmy’s cheating affect her so much? The bottle of red had been so inviting in her hurt but clearly hadn’t been the right choice of drink the day before a wedding.
When she heard the start of the next song, an old ballad from the nineties, she opened her eyes and perused the venue. Oddly enough, her gaze fell on Markus. Something inside her shifted. For some inexplicable reason, seeing him all dressed up in a tux stirred her restlessly. What was it with the sudden unfamiliar tingle lingering just above her skin? She’d seen him often enough in his surf shorts, sans T-shirt, but that tuxedo did something to her—or to him—that had her heart racing. Tilting her head a little, she studied him.