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Once the decision is made to move forward with the ceremony outside, our small group springs into action. We quickly round up everyone and head outside.
It isn’t safe to put up the arbor, and it’s far too windy for the makeshift aisle to stay in place, but we do our best to make everything else work. Rather than chairs that might topple over and blow away, the guests gather around the beachside location we have chosen, and I direct them on where to stand.
When I notice the contestants from Ruthie’s previous reality television show, Cruising for Love, standing on the sidelines, I approach them. “No drama, right?”
“Of course not,” Cam, the man the producers had selected for Ruthie to marry lifts his shoulders as if the idea that they would cause a problem is preposterous.
I look up a
