Sage Grady sucked in a breath and pointed, as if all the other women weren’t already looking up. Of course they were, because they were getting a demonstration of how the roof retracted over this indoor hall—making it an outdoor paradise.
Trees and plants, bushes and flowers grew right out of the stones at their feet, as even when the roof was closed, the glass let in plenty of sunlight. The horticulturists and landscapers here at Island Aisle kept the tropics perfectly manicured here in their most popular wedding hall, and Sage thought Lauren would get a miracle if she could book this place in a matter of a few months.
Places like this got reserved a year out, with new dates opening up and getting snatched by those on a waiting list. The whole room smelled like flowers and tangerines an
