(Aurora's POV)
I settled back in my seat. Around us, the whispers were already circulating - Jasper's ex-wife, here, with Phineas Everett, as his wife. The combination was too much for anyone to absorb quietly. But when Phineas turned his gaze on the nearest cluster of murmuring guests, the conversation died immediately.
I watched Sienna take her place at the altar. She was looking at us now - at Phineas's arm resting casually on the back of my chair, at whatever expression was on my face. Her hands were clasped around her bouquet hard enough that her knuckles had gone pale.
Jasper wasn't looking at her.
Phineas pulled out his phone with his free hand, typed something briefly, and set it face-down on his knee. Then he picked it up again, scrolled for a moment, and a faint satisfaction
