Deep down, she knows she never had a chance.
There were sparks between them at their first meeting, it seems. She was much younger back then, oblivious to him, perhaps even happy for her sister and Don. Three years later she doesn't know how that could be possible.
She has a difficult time holding her peace, but she knows she must; no one would ever forgive her for wrecking her sister's nuptials like that.
The service is torturous and seems endless; all she wants to do is breaks loose and let herself cry.
This isn't a wedding. It's a funeral.