The venue smelled like fresh flowers and lemon polish. Chairs lined up in perfect rows. White fabric draped from the ceiling. Everything ready for tomorrow.
Leighton stood at the altar. Clipboard in hand. Checking details. Flowers positioned correctly. Candles the right height. Programs stacked neatly.
Noah was in the back. Testing sound with the DJ. His voice echoed through the empty space. "Can you hear this?"
"Perfectly," she called back.
Marcus and Chloe had left an hour ago. Too stressed to deal with final details. Trusted Noah and Leighton to handle it. Best man and maid of honor duties.
"Lighting next," the coordinator said. An older woman. Efficient. She'd done a thousand weddings. "We need to test each setting for photos."
They moved to the reception hall. Round tables cover
