I saw my mother in her ivory gown, Bex
and Aunt Abby carrying the train as they
walked from the P&E barn toward the gardens
where people waited in white folding chairs.
Mr. Solomon and Townsend stood at attention at the front of the crowd. Even in July and
on his wedding day, Joe looked cool, like he had planned every possible outcome for that
moment, and things were going exactly according to plan.
“The bride and groom have requested that
their maid of honor and best man join the ceremony,” Liz said, holding out my high-heeled
shoes. “Besides, you guys have the rings.”
“What do you say, Gallagher Girl?” Zach
offered me his arm. “Do you want to join them?”