Page 102 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

“What do you think, Allison?” I ask.

“About?”

“Whether Connor could be behind the original robberies in Rome.”

A smile curls onto Allison’s mouth. “Was I not supposed to tell people that?”

“Pretty sure that was a secret.”

“Oops.”

I start to seethe. “You knowyou’rein on it with Connor in this version, right?”

“So?”

“You don’t find it weird that your boyfriend changed the original story to make it so that Connor and Allison are scamming Cecilia the whole time?”

She walks to the edge of the platform. “It’s very high up here, isn’t it?”

“Don’t try to distract me.”

“From what?”

“Were you in on it with Connor? It never occurred to me before, but it would make sense.”

“Whatwould make sense?”

“Where David got the idea from. Because I don’t think he could think that up on his own.”

“Hey!”

Allison steps toward me. She’s calm, but there’s a hint of menace underneath. “I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about, Eleanor. David wrote the movie long before he met me and—”

“Okay, people, focus up!” Andre says. “You, Miss Talk-a-Lot.” He points to me. “You’re up first.”

“You don’t have to,” Oliver says.

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

“You can do it, El!” Emma calls up from below.

“Thanks, Em!”

I step to the edge of the platform. There’s a bridge made of rope to another platform. Andre hooks my harness to the guide rope above, and I take a step out onto the bridge. It starts to sway.

“Is this normal?”

“Normal!” Andre barks. Maybe he was a drill sergeant before he did this.

I take a few more steps. It’s much windier up here than on the ground, but through the trees, I can see a glimpse of the ocean, the surf white-capped now.

And then I make a mistake.

I look down.

“I feel dizzy!”

“You’re okay, El,” Oliver says. “Just keep going to the other side.”

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