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face this evening. No, nothing but pure joy and contentment.
Tomorrow we’d do all of this for real, of course. Or, rather, they would do it for real. I would just be here to make sure all of our ducks were in a row, as I’d said.
Ducks.
My gaze shifted to Grandpa Nguyen. I thought about the rehearsal dinner yet to come and all of the yummy foods to be served there. Just as quickly, my thoughts gravitated to the elderly man’s story about coming to America, about starting over.
That’s just what Ling and Darian were doing tomorrow night.
That’s what we all did when we married and started our own families.
We started over, but we took pieces of our past with us—our parents, our grandparents, and all of those who’d lived their lives to the best of their ability so that we could have it all.
And my, oh my. . .how much we owed them for the sacrifice.
When this wedding came to its rightful end, I would have a heart-to-heart with Mama. And Papa. And Aunt Rosa. And Uncle Laz. I would thank them for loving me enough to give me everything I’d ever needed and more.
And while I was at it—my gaze now shifted to D.J.—I’d thank my sweetheart for giving me a life filled with colorful sunsets and real happily ever afters. And I might. . .just might. . .go ahead and tell him that we had another little happily ever after of our own on the way, while I was at it.
CHAPTER TEN
Surf’s Up
If weddings had a script, Ling and Darian’s would’ve followed it to the letter.
Saturday afternoon, under warm but not-too-hot skies, the Stages Events team arrived and set up 150 white wooden chairs in carefully strategized rows on the sand, leaving a wide aisle in the middle. D.J. and his construction crew brought in the gorgeous canopy that had been built just for today, then Gabi Spencer, our resident fabric expert, draped it in chiffon. Cassia dressed the whole thing up with a variety of gorgeous flowers, hand picked for this special night.
The events team ran a heavy cloth runner down the center aisle for the bride and her party to walk down. They lined it with large conch shells to keep the wind from picking it up and blowing it away.
By two in the afternoon, most of the key pieces were in place, including all of the tables in the reception area and their corresponding chairs. Next came the gorgeous ivory tablecloths. Then, the team worked in meticulous order bringing in every lovely centerpiece and table setting. I’d rarely seen anything as perfect. Ling would adore all of this.
Ling! I headed inside to make sure Darian had headed to the Nguyen home for the first part of the Vietnamese ceremony—the reception of his bride. Sure enough, he and the groomsmen were on their way to lay claim to the future Mrs. Pappas.
Me? I needed to stay put and keep working.
After making sure everything was in place in the reception area, I put Cassia to work at the ceremony site, helping me with the Tiki torches along the center aisle. When we finished, she stepped back, looked the area over and flashed a smile.
“Can you believe this is all coming together?” She looked my way, joy in her expression. “Thanks to you.”
“Nah. I just do what I love.”
“Well, it shows in every single detail. We can’t thank you enough for making my little brother’s wedding day so spectacular.” She paused and then chuckled. “Oh, and thanks for ushering in the hurricane. Ling told me that was your doing, too.”
I rolled my eyes. “Puh-leeze. It’s what I do. Bella Neeley, wedding coordinator and weather girl.”
“Speaking of weather, we’ve got the perfect temperatures today, haven’t we?”
We did, indeed. I just hoped the moderate temperatures would stick around. No surprise storms tonight, please and thank you.
By three o’clock, a second crew from Stages arrived with plants. They set large potted palms along the edge of the ceremony site to frame out the area, then shifted their attention
Tomorrow we’d do all of this for real, of course. Or, rather, they would do it for real. I would just be here to make sure all of our ducks were in a row, as I’d said.
Ducks.
My gaze shifted to Grandpa Nguyen. I thought about the rehearsal dinner yet to come and all of the yummy foods to be served there. Just as quickly, my thoughts gravitated to the elderly man’s story about coming to America, about starting over.
That’s just what Ling and Darian were doing tomorrow night.
That’s what we all did when we married and started our own families.
We started over, but we took pieces of our past with us—our parents, our grandparents, and all of those who’d lived their lives to the best of their ability so that we could have it all.
And my, oh my. . .how much we owed them for the sacrifice.
When this wedding came to its rightful end, I would have a heart-to-heart with Mama. And Papa. And Aunt Rosa. And Uncle Laz. I would thank them for loving me enough to give me everything I’d ever needed and more.
And while I was at it—my gaze now shifted to D.J.—I’d thank my sweetheart for giving me a life filled with colorful sunsets and real happily ever afters. And I might. . .just might. . .go ahead and tell him that we had another little happily ever after of our own on the way, while I was at it.
CHAPTER TEN
Surf’s Up
If weddings had a script, Ling and Darian’s would’ve followed it to the letter.
Saturday afternoon, under warm but not-too-hot skies, the Stages Events team arrived and set up 150 white wooden chairs in carefully strategized rows on the sand, leaving a wide aisle in the middle. D.J. and his construction crew brought in the gorgeous canopy that had been built just for today, then Gabi Spencer, our resident fabric expert, draped it in chiffon. Cassia dressed the whole thing up with a variety of gorgeous flowers, hand picked for this special night.
The events team ran a heavy cloth runner down the center aisle for the bride and her party to walk down. They lined it with large conch shells to keep the wind from picking it up and blowing it away.
By two in the afternoon, most of the key pieces were in place, including all of the tables in the reception area and their corresponding chairs. Next came the gorgeous ivory tablecloths. Then, the team worked in meticulous order bringing in every lovely centerpiece and table setting. I’d rarely seen anything as perfect. Ling would adore all of this.
Ling! I headed inside to make sure Darian had headed to the Nguyen home for the first part of the Vietnamese ceremony—the reception of his bride. Sure enough, he and the groomsmen were on their way to lay claim to the future Mrs. Pappas.
Me? I needed to stay put and keep working.
After making sure everything was in place in the reception area, I put Cassia to work at the ceremony site, helping me with the Tiki torches along the center aisle. When we finished, she stepped back, looked the area over and flashed a smile.
“Can you believe this is all coming together?” She looked my way, joy in her expression. “Thanks to you.”
“Nah. I just do what I love.”
“Well, it shows in every single detail. We can’t thank you enough for making my little brother’s wedding day so spectacular.” She paused and then chuckled. “Oh, and thanks for ushering in the hurricane. Ling told me that was your doing, too.”
I rolled my eyes. “Puh-leeze. It’s what I do. Bella Neeley, wedding coordinator and weather girl.”
“Speaking of weather, we’ve got the perfect temperatures today, haven’t we?”
We did, indeed. I just hoped the moderate temperatures would stick around. No surprise storms tonight, please and thank you.
By three o’clock, a second crew from Stages arrived with plants. They set large potted palms along the edge of the ceremony site to frame out the area, then shifted their attention
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