With the problems involving Fabian resolved, I was able to focus on the next big event in my life: Nikolas and Eliza’s wedding. Set to occur that Sunday, it was actually going to be a small event with only a few family members and friends in attendance, but everything had to be perfect. Nikolas and Eliza deserved nothing less.
That Saturday, Andrew and I stayed at Eliza’s house in anticipation of the wedding. It was the only way we could be at the beach on time to set up. We would have gotten a motel room, but Eliza insisted that we were family now; it would have been improper for us to stay anywhere else.
We arrived at 6 p.m., and Eliza made her famous pot roast for dinner. Eliza made Andrew and me walk Donner before dinner was served, and we took the opportunity for a quick rendezvo
