The wedding day started with rain.
Not a drizzle, a full thunderstorm that rattled the windows and flooded the estate gardens where the ceremony was supposed to happen.
"It's a sign," Maria said, looking out at the downpour.
"It's weather, Mom."
"In Italy, rain on your wedding day means fertility and good fortune."
"We're in Westchester, not Italy."
Sophie appeared with contingency plans. "We moved everything inside. The main hall can hold a hundred people easily. I'll have the staff rearrange....."
"Wait." Alex walked to the window. "The rain's supposed to stop at two. The ceremony is at four. We might be okay."
"And if it doesn't stop?" Izzy asked.
"Then we get married in the rain."
"Alex—"
"I'm serious. Lila designed those gardens. I want to get married there, rain or shine."
