She stepped back, studied it for a moment, then moved it a few feet to the right.
“How about now?” she asked.
“That looks great,” he repeated. He had moved the TV onto their bedroom floor to
free up the stand for decorations.
Their guests were arriving in less than an hour, and they had prep to do
beforehand.
“I’m so glad that we’re not doing cake,” Casey said. “I hate those wedding photos
where the bride and groom shove cake in each other’s faces.”
“But that’s the only reason I’m getting married,” William joked.
“Well, I’ll shove cake in your face,” she began. “But if you try doing that to me,
you better know a good lawyer.”
“I would never,” he said with mock sincerity.
Willow arrived early to get ready in Casey’s art room.
Casey gave the decorations one last look and nodded. “I’m going to start getting
ready,” she told him, giving him a hug and a kiss. “Remember not to come in the
bedroom. You can’t see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”
“I know. I already put my clothes in May’s room,” he said.
Casey disappeared down the small hallway and closed the bedroom door behind her.
William did one last sweep of the living room, making sure everyone had a seat. He
was going to wear the same dress shirt and khakis his dad gave him for his last
birthday. He’d already seen Casey wearing the dress at the courthouse, so he didn’t
think that the “bad luck” superstition would affect them.
He sat down on the couch and stared out the window, finally relaxing for a moment.
The week had been a whirlwind. Since Casey brought up marriage, he hadn’t had time
to think. Now that he did, nervousness hit him. Maybe it was stage fright. He hated