Becky checked her watch. “The florists should be here any minute.”
“If they can even find the place,” Carol said. “I gave them very specific directions, but who knows if they were paying attention.” She shook her head. “You just can’t trust people to listen these days.”
Daniel put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “They’ll be here and everything will be fine, I promise.”
Carol curled her hand in his. “Why don’t we walk up to the cabin? For old time’s sake.”
“Do you think we have time?”
“Of course we do. It’s our wedding day. We’ll make the time.”
“Then, my lady, allow me,” Daniel said, offering his arm. “Though I don’t know if I can take on that hill again…I’m not the boy I once was.”
“Becky, if the florists arrive, tell them to wait,” Carol said over her shoulder.
“But what about
