27
Sienna
After Tom leaves, I walk to the wide French doors of the hotel lobby flung open to the garden.
Spotting me, Natalie waves.
Stepping out onto the wide patio I don't have to wait very long before she bounces up the garden path toward me.
It's difficult to be in anything other than a good mood with a bride who's obviously radiant and so in love and looking forward to being married. None of the nerves or stress or fussing over last minute details or about her dress or her looks.
Stepping onto the patio she asks "Like it?"
I take in the arrangements behind her, "I love it." I say, my voice sincere.
Her eyes dart over my shoulder, "Darren," she exclaims and I stiffen.
"How does it feel to face your last day of freedom?" Darren's talking to Natalie, but I sense his eyes boring
