When the wedding was over and all the guests were packed up and gone, Kiana and I took a bottle of left over wine and headed to the beach. She called Kapena, and he joined us, along with Ada and Jack.
“This was a stressful one,” Ada said, passing the wine to Kiana.
We all nodded.
“It’s the first time we’ve been out here in a while,” Jack said.
“Do you guys do this a lot?” I asked.
Kiana shook her head. “We used to. The first year, we’d always end the night with a shared bottle of wine and a recap of how the night went.”
“Why did you stop?”
She shrugged. “We got too busy, I think.”
“This woman kicked some serious a*s and started booking more weddings than we could handle if we stayed up late drinking on the beach.”
“Remember the first night?” Ada said. “We all piled into Jack’s car
