My mom returned and we left the bookstore to walk to city hall. A few people from town spotted us and called over their congratulations, and I waved back and smiled at them. The street felt extra quiet, though. More than usual.
“Even the grocery store is closed?” I asked Hannah, pointing over at the darkened building.
“For the wedding.”
I didn’t expect the grocery store to be closed. A tiny flicker of anxiety lit up my stomach.
This was the whole point of the wedding, to get people in the town invested so that they saw Emmett as the stable, responsible guy on the brink of starting a family. I nodded to myself, standing there in front of city hall, about to go inside and get married.
“I’m getting married.” I nodded again. “Yep. Getting married in front of a lot of people.”
Hannah and
