“Sophia wants to know if Lily is coming to the wedding,” Dave said at breakfast.
Cloe looked up from her coffee.
It was ten days before the wedding and the morning was early and the south room light was coming in through the hallway and Dave was eating cereal with the focused efficiency of a child who had somewhere to be and also something on his mind.
“Why does Sophia want to know,” Cloe said.
“She said she revised the seating plan based on the chair arrangement plan I gave her and she needs accurate numbers.” Dave ate a spoonful. “She also said she has opinions about the flower situation.”
“Ada is handling the flowers.”
“I told her that,” Dave said. “She said she has opinions about Ada’s opinions.”
Cloe looked at the ceiling.
Mac appeared in the kitchen doorway. He had clearly he
