PART 3 OF 8
ELEVEN MINUTES
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The recording played for eleven minutes.
Eleven minutes was all it took to destroy the illusion.
By the seventh minute, Olivia’s father had left his table.
By the ninth, Ethan’s best man had taken off his boutonniere and placed it beside his plate.
By the eleventh, Olivia was sobbing.
Not because she felt guilty.
Because people could see her.
The recording ended with Ethan saying: