THE RECEPTION VENUE was a huge old barn, converted and updated with all modern conveniences. Fairy lights twinkled inside on a giant black swathe of a back-drop, and the tables were tastefully decorated with floral and diamante center-pieces. He paused to sniff a white lily, the pollen tickling his nose as he inhaled. Running his fingers along the table, scattering the small crystal rhinestones dotted on the top, he realized there were no place cards.
At a loss as to where to sit, he found his way to the bar, where he ordered a soda and settled in to await the arrival of the guests of honor. Somehow, he managed to strike up a conversation with a middle-aged accountant – the most regrettable conversation of his life thus far – and literally groaned in relief when the rest of the weddin
