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Dany
Exactly twenty-two hours later The Plan is in motion.
And it looks like we really might pull it off.
My mom’s at the beach pavilion. When I left her twenty minutes ago she was wrapping every vertical structure in tulle and twinkly lights. There are flowers, folding chairs, a sound system; and this is where she really shined, there’s also a pile of hors d’oeuvres and a three-tiered white chocolate raspberry wedding cake.
I’m in a lace and tulle beach-style wedding dress.
My walkie-talkie crackles.
“The donuts are in place. Repeat, the donuts are in place,” says Gerry. She’s loving the four-way video feed walkie-talkies that Karl scored for us.
I’m currently in the basket of a hot-air balloon in a vacant parking lot a quarter mile away. Karl is parked in a Hummer limo half a
