Meeting in the Crowd Ends in Parting

At the wedding, for the second time, I picked the wrong man in the blindfolded groom-guessing game. Leopold took off his suit in front of everyone and once again left me standing there, his voice cold. "Ivy, whenever you can actually recognize me, that's when we'll get married." He always did this. He stood back in the crowd, had Bradley put on his jacket and spray on the same cologne, and watched me throw myself at the wrong man like a fool.