Lola
“Dearly beloved,”said the priest. “We are gathered here today…”
For a crock of lies, I thought to myself.
The last three weeks had been a grueling escapade of planning. Hundreds and hundreds of decisions, which had to be made, decisions that people spent years making.
The first and most important decision of all. Who should we tell? Zeke was the only person who knew. He looked at me the next day, with a guilty expression.
“Hey,” he said, while I glared at him, a wide smile bursting onto my lips. “It’s a good excuse for a party?”
“Where are we going to have it?” I said.
“Why, here of course.”
“What? AtThe Blue Orchid? What good’s a wedding party if you can’t drink?”
“Private event,” said Zeke, with a wink. “And I hear they’ve got an excellent cellar here.”
When I saw the wine
