Chapter Seventeen
“Is this the correct length of the aisle?” Tim asks on Thursday afternoon as the bridal party crowds into my parents’ lounge.
“Yes, I measured it more than once,” Sarah says. She fans her face with her hand, as if that could possibly combat the heat any better than the three fans that are already positioned around the lounge.
“Okay. I’ll be up at the front, obviously,” Tim says as he walks to the other end of the room, which is currently doubling as the front of the church. “And the guys will be with me.” Aiden and his groomsmen join Tim, taking a few moments to arrange themselves in whatever order they’ve decided on. On our end of the room, Sarah steers us into a line with Livi at the front, then me, then Julia. “And I’m at the back, obviously,” she mutters to herself
