The house was alive with a commotion of voices, caterers, and vehicles. A steady buzz vibrated through the entire house, rising from downstairs.
Candy was still in bed, doing her best to sleep in. Neil had climbed out of bed, pressed a kiss to her forehead and lips, and then dressed and left, taking his tux, which had still been in the garment bag in the closet, and closing the door behind him. That had been two hours ago, and Candy was now starving but had no intention of setting one foot outside that door and facing what she was positive was a small army downstairs. Her back, however, was killing her. It was a dull throb lower down, and no matter which way she moved, she couldn’t relieve the ache. She was sure it was from all the stress and anxiety of this whirlwind wedding, listening t
