Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jen
When Beth said we had reservations for the rehearsal dinner, I didn’t expect that meant they reserved the whole restaurant. The charming little bistro was empty except for the tables pushed together to form an equals sign. Lighting was low and romantic, but like everything else Beth touched, never pretentious. The French countryside menu gave us elevated comfort food that suited the special occasion without being fussy, and everyone could find something they liked.
whole restaurantA car had been sent for and brought Dylan’s parents.
Lincoln showed up, too, and my dad.
Dad had sat next to Grandma.
Dylan’s parents were on his other side.
The two lines of tables were separated enough for waiters to bring food down the middle, but not so far that we couldn’t eas
