Wedding Day Part 1
The Lancaster estate is made for days like this. Sun just cresting the roofline, lawns clipped with military precision, and an army of caterers and florists marching under strict orders. Rhonda stands at the edge of the action, half-hidden behind a pillar of rented marble, watching as the morning’s chaos settles into something that could pass for beauty. Rows of folding chairs, white as dental work, line the freshly-cut grass. Down the center, an aisle wide enough to land a Learjet runs from the house’s back patio to a wooden arbor at the far end. The arbor is heavy with wildflowers and plaits of golden wheat, exactly as Alicia wanted. Clusters of lavender and baby’s breath dangle from every crossbeam, shedding bits of pollen into the air whenever the breeze stirs. Just behind, a platoon
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