Distracted by Liam joking with her father over cards, Clara signed wherever her sister indicated. Her parents reminisced about their own wedding, her mother giggling about wilted flowers, and everything felt safe, ordinary. Stephanie slid the papers back into the folder with a satisfied smile. “You’ll thank me later.”
The days leading up to the wedding passed in a whirl. Invitations were mailed, menus finalized, vows drafted. Stephanie moved briskly, checking off her endless lists, while Clara floated on anticipation.