The wedding was peaceful.
Actually peaceful.
Twenty-four people.
Bare feet.
Good food.
No arguments about centerpieces.
No strangers hugging Ryan and saying they hadn’t seen him since he was eight.
Before the ceremony, my sister helped me get dressed.
She looked around the room.
“You okay?”
I realized I was smiling.
“Yeah.”
“You nervous?”
“Not really.”
Then someone knocked.
Ryan’s brother handed me a small envelope.
Inside was one clean copy of our original invitation design.
Ryan had secretly had it reprinted.
On the back, he had written:
She ruined the invitations. She didn’t ruin the wedding.
I cried so hard my sister had to redo my makeup.
Ryan and I got married an hour later.
Mavis wasn’t there.
Luckily, my new father-in-law was.
