THIRTY
Saturday rolled around, and Rachel was admittedly excited at the prospect of uniting the elder couple in matrimony. She loved weddings. They always left her feeling romantic for days after. As she stood looking into her closet, she remembered her own wedding. It had been quirky and fun. But that reminiscing would have to wait for another time. Today she had to figure out what to wear to this one.
“What time is the wedding?” Joe asked as he stepped from the bathroom, having just finished his shower.
“Noon. In the garden.”
“I can dress casual?”
“Sure, you’re not in the wedding party.” She kept sliding hangers over until she found the perfect dress, the pink one. It was tailored, clean lines, and cool enough for the noon sun. She also had pink heels that matched the dress perfectl
