Chapter 723: Disapproval Noted

I paused at the top of the stairs, listening to the laughter and chatter going on below. The warm evening enveloped me as I stood there in the dark of the landing and absorbed the happiness of my family and friends.

Okay then. Show, road, hit it.

I drifted downstairs, grateful for the low-heeled shoes Shenka sighed over but finally agreed to let me wear. Heels would have killed me, the condition I was in, as the butterfly hop was in full swing all over my insides again with no hint their little party planned to wrap up anytime soon.

I was ready. But that didn't mean I was allowed to be all calm and dignified about it.

Someone had turned out the hall light, probably to hide the wedding party from the gathered guests milling about in the back yard. It was decorated much as it had been for Sunny and my Uncle Frank's wedding, soft lights and floating panels of gauze. But a heavy blue carpet replaced the red one the undead couple used, and the points of decoration were in all colors of