Chapter 16
CHRIS
The music begins, the sound of soft violins and tinkling piano keys letting me know the rehearsal dinner for my Uncle Tommy and Rosalyn’s mother Genevieve has begun.
And I’m late, like always.
I look down at my best man uniform again—a crisp collared shirt and slacks. Then I hurry up the aisle, through the lobby of the hotel, and pick up speed.
The room is packed. The kitchen and bar nearby are fully stocked. There are bottles of beer, champagne, wine, and liquor in neat containers. Everything needed for a perfect dinner feast.
But the candles and lights aren’t lit.
Everyone’s gathered around the doorway, warming up for their future toasts to my uncle and his soon-to-be wife.
Everybody except me.
I have to make a sharp turn away from the chatter of my family and t
