Sitting in traffic, Leah realized it may have been quicker to jump on the Lynx, Charlotte’s light rail, and ride uptown to meet Patricia for lunch instead of trying to brave South Boulevard. It was quickly approaching one P.M., and she had to be at least fifteen minutes away from her destination.
Usually, Leah could get from her office to the center of downtown Charlotte in less than twenty minutes, but today, it seemed like every light was conspiring against her. Stomach growling, Leah turned up the radio to distract herself. One of the easiest things about the entire wedding process was selecting the songs for their wedding reception.
Patricia and she had already decided to have their first dance to Al Green’s “Love and Happiness,” and all the songs at their reception would have the wo
