provided the music: “Dah da da daah. Dah da da daah. Daah da da dah dah. Dah da da
dah dah.”
Casey and her father walked into the room. He led her to the altar and walked to
the couch to sit beside his wife. Casey took her place in front of Willow.
William turned to her. She wore a big smile, and a homemade veil, put on backwards
so it didn’t cover her face. As he stared into her eyes, the nerves he’d been
carrying all day disappeared.
He could see Willow's eyes watering and hear the occasional snap of the camera. His
father moved around the room, trying not to block anyone’s view, though there were
only three other guests besides him.
Casey hadn’t taken her eyes off William.
Eric cleared his throat, squeezing the paper tightly and taking a deep breath.
“Dearly loved... Beloved. Dearly beloved. We are gath—”
“Wait. Wait, wait,” Casey interrupted.
She ran through the living room into the kitchen.
Stunned, William glanced around the room and everyone seemed to look to him for an
explanation. He heard a camera shutter click and glanced at his father. His heart
pounded. If she wanted to back out, she should have mentioned something earlier.
Eric and William exchanged panicked glances. David patted William’s shoulder.
Willow appeared equally confused.
The sound of kitchen cupboards opening echoed through the house. Everyone sat
frozen except Mr. Harlow, who continued staring out the window, unfazed.
“Sorry,” Casey called, returning to the room. “I just couldn’t do this with Eric
looking so ridiculous up here.”
She marched to the altar and grabbed Eric’s collar. Holding a jumbo marshmallow,