20 NOAHAs far as the media’s concerned, a couple of our status should have a wedding with glitz and swagger, but Olivia decided she felt most comfortable having our ceremony at her father’s beach house on Nantucket. It’s a purely legal wedding. No fanfare, just a handful of family and close friends. Even the beach house itself is a quaint place, with just two bedrooms, an open-plan kitchen and living space, and a wide porch looking out onto the beach.
That stretch of beach is where we’ll tie the proverbial knot in about an hour. Sitting with Sterling in the kitchen, I watch seagulls land on the folding chairs we set up earlier, scaring a few tiny crabs back into their holes.
This whole affair is the polar opposite of what Camryn told me about Olivia’s scrapbook wedding. And I don’t know
