The hotel wasn’t as fancy as all the others throughout the summer. It was just a bed-and-breakfast, really, but it was obvious why it had been chosen. It was surrounded by extensive landscaped lawns, complete with romantic weeping willows straddling a babbling brook, and gaudy flowers bobbing under the weight of fluffy bumblebees.
Hell, even Mike would have gotten married here, and cramped B&Bs were hardly his idea of wedding venue material.
Everything was set up in a great white tent, another usher standing by the open door like a bouncer at the world’s weirdest nightclub. More photos were taken, guests milling around excitedly. It was easily the gayest wedding Mike had ever seen—the binary dress code had been well and truly flipped, and there were honest to God feather boas floating ab
