I glance at the sweaty-faced cook toiling away at the open-air grill. “He looks pretty busy. You thinkhe’d go for a custom order?”
“Not him.” Gavril’s gaze has already moved on, back towards the house. “I have somewhere else inmind.”
I lean in, suddenly feeling like a coconspirator to something wicked. “Aren’t we supposed to bestaying here and—”
“Ensuring everyone has fun?” Gavril gestures to the packed dance floor and tables brimming withlight-hearted conversation, smiles. “I’d say we already succeeded on that account, wouldn’t you?”
“So, you’re saying we should ditch our own wedding?”
Gavril smiles wide. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
What can I say? He had me at “burger.”
We sneak through the trees and drive off into the night. It’s a different car
