As the phone rings, I can feel the tension in the air, every ring amplifying the urgency of our situation. Emma's face is etched with determination as she waits for Mia to pick up, her fingers tapping nervously against the table.
Finally, Mia's voice crackles through the line, her confusion evident in every word when Emma promptly rushes to the point.
"You need what?" she asks, her tone tinged with disbelief.
"I need you to reach out to your high school boyfriend Tom and ask him to come cover our wedding," Emma says, her voice steady despite the urgency of her request.
It's my idea, this backyard wedding. Dylan and Abby's backyard is the perfect venue, spacious enough to accommodate our small gathering of friends and family. Nancy's mom, a talented caterer, has graciously agreed to pr
