Chapter 29: By the Eyes of God
Glock Ranch
Cabella Hall
July 14, 20—
6:30 P.M.
Everything was exactly how Gray and I had dreamed it would be for our wedding day. About seventy-five guests filled the white chairs. Lee Barker had done exceptionally well with The Mystic Garden’s flowers. We’d stand beneath a pine-arched arbor threaded with tiger lilies. Potted begonias dotted the room and the chandeliers were strung with Spanish moss and magnolia blossoms. Lee Barker, former Hollywood actor like me, had performed beautifully, and I couldn’t wait to thank him for his creations.
Salmon Weltz, the decorator, had designed exquisite hand-thrown indigo pots that Lee had filled with flowers. The pots, some man-size and others miniscule, were scattered throughout the hall and on the tables for
