“Yes. That’s exactly what I want.”
The extra coverage cost enough that I had to pull money from the flower budget.
I canceled two large reception arrangements and replaced them with smaller ones.
Nobody noticed.
Certainly not Margaret.
For the next three weeks, Nathan practiced.
He sent me updates.
“Twenty-two steps today.”
Then, “I forgot to slow down at the turn. Doing it again.”
Once, he called Daniel.
“What hand do I use?”
“For what?”
“Handshake.”
“Right hand.”
“But Sarah is on my right.”
Daniel apparently spent five minutes explaining the logistics.
Nathan solved it himself.
“I let go of Sarah first.”
“Perfect.”
“I practiced.”
The morning of the wedding, I was calmer than I expected.
Until I saw Dad’s cufflinks.
Mom had brought them for Nathan.
Then I cried so hard my makeup artist had to leave the room.
