Jennifer bursts into the room. “Girls! Are we ready? We’ve got to get down to the gazebo now for the photos if we’re going to keep on schedule!”
The four of us look at each other. “Showtime,” I say to Kat.
She takes a deep breath. “Okay. Here we go.”
And we’re off.
Right up until the second I set eyes on A.J., I’m pretty calm.
The groomsmen have taken their pictures separately from the bridesmaids, in keeping with the tradition that the groom not see the bride before she walks down the aisle. The guests have been seated in the garden, the string quartet from the philharmonic has started playing. The distant whir of helicopters is only slightly distracting; Nico has arranged for a no-fly zone directly over the hotel, so paparazzi and news choppers hover off in the distance. Security is
