LIZZIE OPENED THE DOOR to find her best friend standing there with takeout.
“Hey,” Faith said. “Sorry for not calling first, but I really need to talk to you. I figured you hadn’t eaten yet, so I brought dinner.”
“Is that Italian?”
“You know it.”
“I knew we were besties for a reason. Get yourself in here.”
They plated the pasta and Lizzie poured some wine.
“What’s going on? You look nervous or excited, I can’t really tell which,” she asked Faith.
“Um... a little of both, I guess? I went out to Jandy’s after work, and she was showing me around, and it just hit me as I was looking at her backyard.”
“What hit you?”
“I looked at the layout, and suddenly I could totally see Rick and I having our wedding there.”
Lizzie’s eyebrows raised.
“I mean, look at this,” Faith continued as she
