"Damon's escorting you to the wedding?" Jenna repeated loudly as I helped her fasten the long line of tiny pearl buttons along the back of her dress.
"Yes," I said defensively. This had to be the longest morning of the longest day ever.
"And Stefan is away doing what, exactly?" She was asking too many questions. What could I say? I couldn't tell her the truth.
"It's a long story, but he can't be here," I said vaguely, hoping that it would pass as a satisfactory explanation. "It was a last minute change of plan which couldn't be helped, and he feels awful about it, but luckily, Damon said he...
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