The rest of the night, my mind spun with ideas. Stephanie planned our wedding herself, so I knew next to nothing about how it all came together, but I was surrounded by people who knew what they were doing. It could work.
I caught sight of Kiana toward the end of the night. The bride and groom were cutting their cake. He delicately set the piece in her mouth, but she smashed his all over his face. The crowd laughed, and what should have been a funny moment had tears in Kiana’s eyes.
I had to find a way to get the others to help.
“Are you serious about this?” Alvin asked me.
I turned to look at him but didn’t have to ask what he was talking about. He saw Kiana’s tears, too. “I am. I don’t know a thing about it, but I’ll do whatever I can.”
“You don’t know them that well.”
I nodded. “I
