(Author's POV)
The wedding photographer appeared, gesturing them into position for pre-ceremony portraits. They stood close. They tilted their heads toward each other. They smiled on cue.
The photographer frowned at his screen and said nothing. In fifteen years of shooting weddings, he'd never photographed a couple who looked quite so much like strangers on their wedding day.
By the time the guests were seated, the Everett family's presence in the room was unmistakable. William sat with the rigid composure of a man who had attended too many events to be moved by any of them. Eleanor was beside him, poised and unhurried. Arthur occupied the seat on William's other side, his expression carefully neutral.
But Phineas's seat was empty.
Serena, standing with the bridesmaids near the altar,
