Sadie
The day of the wedding passes in a blur. Spa morning then getting the bride ready. The whole time I want to be with Deke instead. Back up on the mountain having a picnic. Or taking a hike. Or… having another round between the sheets.
But I do my part supporting the bride. Getting into my grape purple bridesmaid dress. Jenn is a lovely bride in a short and sculptural wedding dress. It’s beautiful and modern, with a collar that flares up at the top in an asymmetrical line, making her look like a white calla lily.
As planned, Scott walks me down the aisle.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, a minute before we start.
“I know,” I say. “Deke told me.” I actually haven’t seen Deke yet, but I look for his dark head and broad shoulders, rising taller than anyone else in the seats. And wh
