Paul sat quietly nursing his drink. The reception was held on the patio with circular tables arranged along the perimeter. Off to one side was a piano with the center left open for the dance floor. The largest table held not just the bride and groom, but the entire DaLair family, from its reigning patriarch to the twins. As close friends, he, Victoria, Franklin and Dillon (when she wasn’t taking photos) were seated at a neighboring table.
From there, he had an excellent view of the happy couple. Macey could not stop smiling. She leaned in whenever Julius moved to kiss her, which he often did whether the crowd tapped their glasses or not. They followed traditional French meals, beginning with an aperitif [1], which Macey substituted with sparkling juice she shared with the twins.
