“Hey,” he replied, and his voice sounded like relief. “I just got the strangest call from the advance team. They’re doing security clearance for a wedding in Connecticut this weekend. Your sister’s wedding.”
My stomach tightened. “They called you?”
“They called because my name got flagged in a local request,” he said. “Sophia, were you planning to tell me you had a family event?”
I leaned back against the kitchen counter in my apartment, looking at the single fork in the drying rack. “I didn’t think you’d want to come.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to come?”
“My family’s complicated.”
A beat. “Complicated how?”
I stared at the tile floor, at a scuff mark I’d been meaning to scrub. “They don’t think I’m successful enough to be visible at my sister’s wedding.”
Silence, heavy and careful. “Visible.”
“They’re seating me in the back and excluding me from photos,” I said, forcing the words out before I could swallow them. “Because Clare’s marrying into a prominent family, and they’re worried I’ll embarrass them.”
Another beat. His voice turned quieter. “So your family is hiding you.”
“It’s just… family drama,” I said, instantly regretting the minimizing tone. “It’s not yours to deal with.”