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Four Friends, One Business

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Teaser: A married lesbian couple and their best friends start a wedding business over the summer. What could possibly go wrong?
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Title: Four Friends, One Business
Author: RapeU
Chapter Tags: Story setup
Content Warnings: Some natural tension
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After a hard year of graduate school and life throwing boxes of diarrhea at them, a group of friends are eager for summer break. While discussing what plans they have for the summer, the group talks themselves into testing out the wedding business idea. What could possibly go wrong?

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Four Friends, One Business

Chapter 1 The First Maybe

Our first year of graduate school was finally over, which meant, for the first time in months, none of us had somewhere urgent to be or something quietly looming over the next morning. Hannah and I had Aisha and Zoe over for dinner, and by the time we finished eating, the apartment had settled into that familiar, comfortable kind of mess that only happened when everyone was relaxed enough to stop pretending they would clean it later. For once, we’d found that rare pocket of time where nothing pressed against the edges. Not perfect, not finished, but a moment where the weight had lifted just enough that I could feel how heavy everything had been before.

Hannah sat beside me on the couch, clicking her favorite pen without actually writing anything, the rhythm steady enough that it disappeared unless I paid attention. Aisha had claimed the armchair, one leg tucked under her, scrolling with the kind of quiet focus she gave everything. Zoe was on the other side of me, half on the couch and half somewhere else entirely. The quiet that fell wasn’t awkward; it was the comfortable silence of people who didn’t need to fill every space.

Zoe did anyway. “So what are we actually doing this summer?”

Hannah shifted slightly beside me, her pen pausing mid-click. “I’ll be working on a lab project.”

I swallowed the last of my cookie before answering, buying myself a second longer. “I’ll probably be helping Hannah.”

Aisha didn’t look up. “Surviving after a brutal year of research articles and parenthetical citations.”

Zoe nodded as if that confirmed something important. “I want to survive and thrive. Preferably in a way that doesn’t involve me waking up before ten.”

“Sleeping in is a myth,” Hannah said. “My body physically cannot do it. I think it’s a nervous system problem.”

“It’s a willpower problem,” Aisha said, still not looking up. “You have to will yourself to stay in bed.” She made a face. “I can’t do it either.”

“I can’t,” I said, glancing at Hannah, “because Hannah wakes me up every morning.”

Hannah shot me a look, the kind that was more amused than annoyed. “You act like I have some kind of laser alarm system to zap you out of bed,” she said, poking my side.

“You do,” I grinned. “Your good morning kisses are enough to tease me awake.”

Hannah snorted, shaking her head in a way that told me she wasn’t going to argue with that.

“It’s adorable how disgustingly cute you two are together,” Zoe said, stretching out more comfortably now that the conversation had fully started moving. “I want to do something this summer. Not just stay in bed and let my apartment decay.”

I leaned back slightly. “Maybe you could take a summer job.”

Zoe shook her head immediately. “Something with the four of us, though. You remember that idea you had, Wen?”

I nodded, already knowing where this was going. “The wedding planner business.”

“I want to do that,” Zoe said, and this time there was a seriousness under it that hadn’t been there before. “It’s something that matters. We already did one wedding.”

Hannah glanced at me, then back at her, her expression shifting into something more analytical. “We? I mostly planned our own wedding.”

“And all of us contributed to it in some way,” Zoe said. “It counts. And it went well.”

“It went well because Hannah turned into a project manager with a clipboard,” I said.

“I did not have a clipboard.”

“You had dozens of spreadsheets,” I pointed out.

“That’s not the same thing,” Hannah insisted, even though it clearly was.

“It’s worse,” Aisha said, finally looking up as she slipped her phone into her pocket. “Spreadsheets are just clipboards with commitment issues.”

We laughed, and for a second it felt like the conversation might stay right there, light and harmless, the kind of idea that exists for a moment and then fades without consequence.

Zoe leaned forward slightly. “Hannah’s already mapped out the logistics, knowing her. Aisha will get the vendors in line. Wendy keeps everyone from falling apart, and I…” she gestured vaguely at herself, “…make it all look intentional.”

She wasn’t wrong, which was probably why no one rushed to argue with her.

Aisha tilted her head, already thinking past the idea into what it would actually require. “How much should we charge for it?”

“Grad student discount,” Zoe said. “We undercut the entire industry.”

Hannah frowned just a little, which usually meant she was already halfway into solving a problem no one had officially created yet. “We’d still need structure. Timelines, vendor coordination, contingency planning…”

Zoe pointed at her. “You’re on the verge of saying yes.”

Hannah paused, like she was deciding how much of that was true. “I’m just saying, it’s not as simple as showing up.”

“Nothing is,” Aisha said. “That’s why people pay other people to deal with it.”

Zoe nodded, satisfied. “And they’ll be paying us. The Wedding Avengers.”

“Absolutely not,” Aisha said immediately.

“Terrible name,” Hannah added.

“Z,” I said, laughing, “that name has a certain… ring to it. But I think we can do better.”

Zoe grinned. “Ok, maybe not that one. We can work on that later. Is everyone in? Are we doing this?”

Aisha leaned back slightly. “I’m willing to try it as a test run this summer. If everyone else is.”

Hannah nodded. “My lab shouldn’t take too long. If we plan it properly, we can make it work.”

Everyone looked at me.

“I’m in,” I said, without needing to think about it. “Helping people on their wedding day isn’t a bad way to spend the summer.”

That settled it, at least for now. We drifted into another lull, but this one felt different. The idea sat between us, a new and definite weight in the quiet air.

Zoe broke it again. “I ran into Sums today.”

That shifted something in the room, subtle but immediate once it happened.

Hannah looked over. “Where?”

“Coffee place off Maple,” Zoe said. “She had Precious with her. And Hope.”

Aisha nodded slightly, like that lined up with something she already knew.

Zoe let out a small breath. “She seemed ok at first. Like she was holding it together. But you could tell it was a lot.”

“What happened?” I asked, already feeling where this might be going.

Zoe’s pause stretched a beat longer than natural conversation, her eyes flickering briefly to each of us before she spoke. “Her wedding planner quit. Just…gone. A few weeks before the wedding.”

Hannah straightened beside me. “How many weeks?”

“Two. Maybe three.”

“That’s not much time,” Aisha said.

“No,” Zoe said. “It’s not.”

“She say what they’re doing?” Hannah asked.

Zoe shook her head. “Not really. She kind of laughed it off, but it didn’t feel like a joke.”

There was a quiet pause after that, the kind that wasn’t empty so much as shared.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” Aisha said finally, her tone flat. “Maybe Sums will see it as a sign she’s making a mistake.”

I shook my head. “She won’t. Sums truly loves her. There’s no doubt about that.”

Zoe nodded. “It sounds like she’s still going through with it. I think she’s just trying to hold everything together.”

“Yeah,” I said, more to myself than anyone else. “That sounds like her.”

Zoe shifted slightly, like she was still halfway in that conversation. “I didn’t say anything to her. I just listened. But it was bad.”

No one responded right away.

“It just sucks,” Zoe said, breaking the silence. “This is supposed to be a good thing.” She hesitated. “What if this is our first one?”

I blinked. “Our first what?”

Zoe gestured between us. “The thing we were just talking about. Wedding planning. What if we helped them?”

Aisha shifted her weight against the cushions. “That’s not a small favor.”

“I know,” Zoe said quickly. “I’m not saying we commit. Just…we meet with them.”

I looked at Hannah. Her silence was louder than anyone’s words. She was already running scenarios and calculating risks. I let out a slow breath. “It’s for Sums,” I said, as much to convince the room as myself. “You know she’d do the same for any of us.” That was the anchor. If this was just about Alex, the conversation would have ended before it began. But Sums was different.

Aisha shifted again. “We don’t know what we’d be walking into.”

Hannah’s pen stilled on the couch cushion. “No.” She looked up, her focus suddenly sharp. “But we could find out.”

That was as close to yes as she was going to say.

“We’re not committing,” Aisha added.

“Not yet,” Hannah agreed.

Zoe nodded, already reaching for her phone. “I’ll see if they want to meet.”

“Be clear,” Aisha said.

“I will.”

“And no one should be alone with her,” Aisha added quietly. She wasn’t talking about Sums.

Zoe nodded once and started typing.

I leaned back into the couch, letting the moment settle around us, noticing how the apartment hadn’t changed at all and yet somehow didn’t feel as simple as it had an hour ago. We hadn’t decided anything yet. But we had moved just far enough that going back didn’t feel like an option anymore.
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Quite a good start, I'll allow myself some room to further increase the rating, with further installments., not because I didn't like it. Also not going to vote on the lesbian sex thing. Your story-craft is strong enough to keep stories interesting without the hot and smoldering sex, which you do excellent as well. So I'm voting cheesecake and leave the decision entirely in your capable hands.

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Chapter Tags: Story setup
Content Warnings: Lots of surface tension.
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Chapter 2 - Uneasy Beginnings

The next afternoon, we met at a coffee place a few blocks from our apartment, mostly because it was neutral ground and they had decent coffee. It was one of those minimal-effort indie cafes with a wall of succulents, five different cold brew apparatuses on display behind the counter, and tables made from old refinished bowling lanes.

Hannah and I got there first, which I’m not sure was the plan but it happened anyway. She picked a larger table with a clear view of the entrance. We sat on the same side of the table. Aisha arrived next and slid into a chair across from us. Zoe rolled in and sat at the end of the table facing the entrance. I watched Zoe scan the room for Sums and Alex, then relax a centimeter when she saw they weren’t there yet.

The place wasn’t busy, but it wasn’t empty either. There was a soft thrum of background noise: a low hum of quiet conversations, the click clack of laptop keys, and the usual sound the coffee machines made. It didn’t do much to smooth my nerves. Hannah was fidgeting with her pen. Zoe's ankle bounced beneath the table. Across from us, Aisha sat perfectly still.

Zoe leaned in, voice low as if we were doing a sting operation. “So what’s our approach when they get here?”

Aisha spoke without looking up. “We listen, ask questions, and see what they actually want.”

Hannah nodded. “Assess the situation then discuss it after they leave. No commitments yet.”

I kept glancing at the door. “Her college nickname,” I said, not needing to explain which one. “It still creeps me out.”

Zoe, who would normally be the first to make a joke about CUNT College, just folded her arms. “Yeah, well. This is the kind of serious that goes beyond even us.” The silence that followed confirmed it.

Sums arrived first, alone. She wore a soft blue dress and sandals, her hair pulled into a high knot. She spotted us, waved, and crossed the room in a line that made it obvious she’d been running late. I stood, mostly out of habit, and hugged her. She smelled like vanilla and some other note I couldn’t name.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, breathless but happy. “There was no parking anywhere.” She squeezed my shoulder and then moved to hug Hannah, who accepted with a polite half-smile.

Zoe stood too, giving Sums a brief but real embrace.

Aisha didn’t stand, but she did offer a quiet “Hey” that Sums seemed to appreciate.

Sums sat, adjusting her purse to hang off the chair’s corner. She glanced at the empty seat beside her, then leaned in as if letting us in on a secret.

“She’ll be here in a second,” she said, voice lowering. “Sorry again. We had a toddler-versus-car-keys crisis and a lost-wallet crisis, in that order.”

I smiled. “Glad you’re here.”

Sums grinned, flashing a dimple. “I’m so glad you all came. Seriously.”

I believed her, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that.

Sums glanced around at our cups and water glasses. “Am I too late to order something? I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Go,” said Zoe, “if you don’t caffeinate, you’ll have to take a nap in the middle of this.”

Sums smirked. “Already had two shots of espresso, but what’s a third?” She stood and left to order.

Zoe let her head fall back and mouthed, “She’s so nice it’s not fair.”

Hannah’s mouth twitched at the corner, but she said nothing.

Aisha just exhaled, slow and silent.

Then Alex walked into the café just as Sums was making her way back to the table. I’d seen Alex before, but not like this. Not in a setting where I might have to make eye contact. She wore dark jeans and a plain black button-down blouse, the kind with a high collar that seemed to close her off from the rest of the room. Her hair was short, messy, but intentional. She walked with her head slightly down, but not in a way that looked timid. More like she was bracing for something. She scanned the café and saw us.

Hannah’s reaction hit first. She saw Alex and, for half a second, everything about her sharpened. Her chin lifted slightly and her eyes were so laser-focused I could feel them slicing the air that had gone tight around us.

Zoe leaned forward further into the table as if she were protecting the rest of us.

Aisha scanned Alex with a look I’d never seen her use before on anyone.

My stomach dropped and my throat closed up all at once.

“This is Alex,” Sums said in an unusually soft voice.

Hannah said, “Hi, Alex.” Her tone was neutral, polite, and totally fake.

“Hey,” Zoe said, polite but a little clipped.

Aisha offered the same quiet “Hey” she’d given Sums, but with a little less warmth.

I made myself smile. “Hi, Alex.”

Alex gave a small nod. “Hi,” she said. Sums and Alex took their seats, with Alex sitting at the other end of the table opposite Zoe.

There was a moment when nobody seemed to know what to do next. I watched the way the silence grew, fast and lopsided, everyone waiting for someone else to start.

Sums did. “So how was your first year of graduate school?” she asked, aiming the question at the whole group, but her eyes landed on me and Hannah first.

I felt my stomach settle a little. “It was a lot,” I said. “Like boot camp, but for people who like colored pens.” I gave Hannah a glance.

That got a laugh from Sums, and even a soft exhale from Alex, who gave me a quick, appreciative nod.

Hannah smiled stiffly and said, “I thought there would be more structure and fewer unanswerable questions,” and Sums nodded like she understood, even if she probably didn’t.

Aisha shrugged. “I survived,” she said. “That’s the bar.”

Zoe looked directly at Alex and said, “What about you guys? You’re both in the psychology program, right?”

Alex answered quietly. “Yes. It’s…different from what I expected.” She left it there.

I tried to imagine opening up to someone like Alex. The thought made something tighten in my stomach.

Sums jumped in. “Alex is amazing. She got a research assistant position on top of everything else.”

Alex flushed a little, but shook her head. “It’s not that impressive. I only got it because Sums declined.”

Sums replied, “Mostly because I want to help people as a therapist. Everyone says I’d be good at it.”

I felt some of the tension ease, but the thought of Alex in that role still sat wrong with me. Alex looked at me, for longer than a blink, and I felt something like recognition pass between us. Not friendship, not yet, but maybe the kind of cautious truce you make when neither of you quite knows how to stand in the same space.

Hannah cleared her throat, clicked her pen twice, and then set it down. “We should get started on the wedding. Let us know the situation and we’ll discuss it amongst ourselves after.”

“Yeah,” Sums said quickly. “We, um, we’re just grateful you’re willing to hear us out.” She squeezed Alex’s hand under the table, and for a second Alex looked relaxed.

Alex nodded. “Thank you for listening to us.”

“It’s important to us,” Sums continued, “that this feels real. Like, not a pity project. We want to do it right, even if it’s small and last minute.”

Zoe replied, “We wouldn’t give you a pity project, we just…want to know what you’re hoping for.”

Alex looked at Sums. Sums looked at Alex. For a second, I thought they were about to start telepathic communication.

Alex spoke first. “We want a wedding with minimal drama that isn’t a disaster.” She smiled, a little, but the words landed heavy.

“I mean, honestly, we’ll take anything that isn’t a courthouse,” Sums said, then immediately looked worried she’d offended someone.

“No offense to courthouses,” I said, offering an easy out.

Sums grabbed it. “Right. Just…something we can remember. I think we’ve both had enough stuff we’d rather forget.”

Zoe nodded. “I get that.”

“So the planner just…dropped you?” Aisha asked.

Sums nodded but looked uncomfortable. “Yeah. She said she accidentally overbooked, but I don’t think that’s the real reason. She gave us a refund, but…” She trailed off.

“It leaves you in a spot,” Hannah finished.

“Yeah,” Alex said quietly. “It does.”

Hannah pulled out her planner and flipped to a blank page. “We need to know a few things. Date, budget, guest list, location, that kind of stuff.”

Sums’ face lit up. “Date is June 1st,” she said. “We wanted something early in the summer.”

Hannah nodded as she wrote it down. “Do you have a venue picked?”

“Yes,” Sums said, “our friend Violet’s backyard.”

Alex added, “Or the house if the weather is bad.”

Hannah continued, “Guest count?”

Sums replied, “We’re expecting at least fifty, but it could go up to seventy.”

Alex nodded, “Mostly Sums’ family and friends. A few people we sent invitations to haven’t replied yet.”

Sums continued, “Catering is already booked for seventy people, and paid for in advance.”

I replied, “It sounds like you have the big pieces figured out, but you need someone to connect them.”

“What’s your leftover budget?” Hannah asked.

“Four thousand,” Sums sighed. “Maybe five, if my parents contribute.”

Aisha whistled, low. “That’s a tight constraint.”

Hannah nodded in agreement. “With that budget, even smaller line items for things like flowers or music will need careful tracking.”

Sums and Alex exchanged a glance.

“The officiant is already covered too,” Sums said cheerfully.

“My twin brother is doing it,” Alex said with a smile. “He got ordained online and is doing it for free as a wedding gift.”

Sums replied right after, “So all we’d need is the part we don’t have.”

“That’s the whole situation,” Alex nodded.

I let the silence go on just long enough to be polite before I said, “Do you mind if we, uh, talk this over as a group for a bit? We want to make sure we can actually do a good job before we say yes.”

Sums’ eyes darted from face to face, like she was scanning for rejection. Her smile was still bright, but it flickered at the edges. “Absolutely! I wouldn’t expect you to say yes before even discussing it.”

Alex nodded. “We really appreciate you meeting us. Even if you decide not to.”

Hannah said, “We’ll let you know in a day or two what we’ve decided.”

Sums smiled, then looked around the table. “Thank you, seriously. For even considering it.” She stood and, with no hesitation, gave each of us a quick but sincere hug, starting with me, then Hannah, then Zoe. When she got to Aisha there was an awkward pause, but Aisha let the hug happen.

Alex didn’t hug anyone. She just gave each of us a polite nod. “We won’t take up any more of your time,” she said. The bell above the door jingled behind them, and then it was just us.

“I feel like this is the kind of conversation we shouldn’t have in public,” I said.

“Agreed,” Hannah nodded. “Let’s go back to the apartment.”

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“Well,” Zoe said, breaking the silence after everyone sat at their usual spot in our apartment, “How does everyone feel about this?”

Hannah sighed. “If this were just about Sums, the answer would be easy.”

I replied, “But it’s not.”

Zoe let out a sigh. “Can we try to separate the two?”

Hannah shook her head, “I know enough to make me feel uncomfortable. I don't know if I can separate it from working with her.”

Aisha nodded at that, “None of us should be alone with her as a precaution.”

I replied, “I think that’s wise. The question isn’t whether her past matters, but whether we can handle it while planning their wedding.”

“It matters for us,” Hannah said. “I don’t want to act like it’s just a rumor or dismiss what she did. She’s here, she’s in our world now, and it’s not going to go away.”

“I think she’s trying,” Aisha said thoughtfully. “Whatever happened before, she’s not that person now. You saw how she was with Sums. They seem good together.”

“I did see,” Hannah said. “And I also saw how nobody was relaxed the whole time.”

Zoe folded her arms across her chest. “So where does that leave us?”

Aisha shrugged, “We can think of it as helping Sums instead of working with Alex. That’s a major difference.”

“We don’t have to do it,” I said, voice small even to my own ears. “No one’s making us.”

Zoe blew out a breath. “But if we don’t, Sums gets left hanging. That doesn’t feel right.”

Aisha nodded. “This isn’t simple… and we’re not being asked to forgive Alex.” She looked at Hannah. “Just to be decent, for Sums’ sake.”

“I just don’t want to abandon Sums because we’re uncomfortable,” I said.

“Same,” Aisha nodded.

“It wouldn’t feel right,” Zoe added.

Hannah clicked her pen again. “I agree. We should help our friend on her wedding day.”

Aisha nodded, “But we set clear ground rules. No one gets left alone with Alex, not even as a joke.” She glared at me then at Zoe.

Zoe’s voice went quiet. “That’s not something I would joke about.”

“Me either,” I said in a whisper.

“Good,” Aisha nodded, “Also we check in with each other. If things get too weird or uncomfortable we stop.”

Zoe let out a relieved sigh, “I can get behind that.”

I felt some of the unease pass, but there were still parts that lingered. “I’m in,” I said, even though the unease hadn’t fully left. “Let’s help our friend get married.”
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Chapter 3 - First Signs

“Ok,” Hannah said, her blue gel pen poised over a sea of notes. “Fourteen days.”

“Thirteen,” Zoe corrected through a mouthful of Cheetos. “The wedding is in thirteen days. Today doesn’t count.”

Hannah’s pen stopped. “Planning days count.”

“Exactly,” Zoe said, brushing crumbs from her shirt. “Which is why we only have thirteen left to actually get things done.”

I saw Aisha frown and shake her head while she worked on her laptop. Zoe did have a point, but I hesitated to say that aloud.

“Thirteen days…” Hannah said, writing something down. She sounded like she was filing the amendment appropriately and moving on. “…to finalize a wedding that currently has no venue confirmed, no florist, a partial music situation, and a cake that may or may not be handled depending on what Sums’ cousin actually meant when she said ‘don’t worry about the cake.’”

“Her cousin bakes,” I said. “She makes cakes. Sums showed me her Instagram.”

“‘I make cakes’ and ‘I will make your wedding cake’ are different sentences with different levels of commitment, and I would like that distinction clarified in writing.”

“Hannah,” I shook my head.

“I’m not being dramatic,” Hannah said before I had the chance to say it. “I’m being a planner.”

“She has eight thousand followers,” Zoe pointed out.

“Instagram followers do not constitute a contract.”

“Ok,” Aisha said, cutting in. “The cake can be confirmed later. We need to focus on the critical for now and branch out from there. What’s the most important place to start?”

Hannah straightened slightly. “Venue. Once we have the venue confirmed, we can lock florals, coordinate with the music situation, and work backward from the ceremony structure.”

“Which is why,” Zoe said after swallowing a bite of food, “I already set up the visit to Violet’s place.”

We all looked at her.

“I texted Sums,” she said with a smile. “Sums talked to Violet. Violet said yes, come look, whenever. I said tomorrow morning. Sums said she’d confirm with Alex and get back to me and she did. So we go tomorrow morning at ten.” She put another Cheeto in her mouth and mumbled, “You’re welcome.”

There was a small silence. Aisha’s eyebrows rose slightly. I held in a breath.

“I had a whole section here,” Hannah said, looking at her binder, “about how we were going to approach venue outreach.”

“And now you don’t need it.” Zoe smiled at her, genuinely warm, genuinely a little smug. “Efficiency, am I right?”

“You booked something without asking us first,” Aisha said.

“I confirmed a time. It’s not a contract.” Zoe shrugged.

“It’s still a decision you made for the group.” Aisha sighed.

“It’s a morning visit.” Zoe met her eyes. “I didn’t sign anything.”

“That’s not really the point,” Aisha shook her head again.

No one filled the pause after that. I watched Hannah’s pen hover over the page. She wrote: Venue visit Violet, 10am in the box she’d already labeled venue outreach and then drew a small box around it.

“That was efficient,” Hannah grudgingly agreed, “but next time ask everyone first if you’re going to schedule something for the whole group.”

I quietly let out the breath I had been holding. Zoe leaned back and nodded. Aisha looked down at her notes.

“I know we need to wait until we have the venue,” Hannah continued, “but do we have an idea on which florist to use?”

“It’ll be tough,” Aisha said. “Two weeks out, everyone’s booked. We’ll probably have better luck if we tell them what we need generally and let them suggest what’s possible, instead of demanding specific flowers.”

“Zoe should make that call,” I said.

Zoe looked at me questioningly. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one of us who can have a conversation with a florist that doesn’t sound like a deposition. And you’re the most creative.”

“Hannah should do it,” Zoe said. “The flowers at your wedding were amazing.”

“Hannah would tell the florist exactly what to do,” I pointed out.

“I would tell the florist exactly what to do, down to the number of petals on each flower,” Hannah confirmed.

Zoe nodded. “Fair. I’ll call the florist after we visit Violet’s backyard.”

“Now the music situation,” Hannah said. “What do we know?”

Aisha looked at her notes. “Sums’ sister Milo can play the guitar.”

I nodded. “Well, that’s one less thing to worry about.”

Aisha shook her head, “Not necessarily. We don’t know if Milo is doing it as a wedding gift or expecting to be paid.”

I frowned, “That feels…complicated. Are we sure she even wants to?”

Zoe tilted her head, “She might be wary about Alex.”

“Well then,” Hannah said after an awkward pause, “we need hard confirmation and hear Milo play before we commit to anything around the ceremony.”

“I’ll talk to Sums and set up a meeting with Milo after Violet’s backyard,” I said.

“So,” Zoe crumpled the empty bag in her hand and tossed it towards the trash can. She made it in. “What are we calling ourselves?”

“Event coordinators,” Hannah said.

Zoe sighed, “That’s boring.”

“It’s accurate.” Hannah shrugged.

“I’m just saying,” Zoe said, “we’re doing this out of love and the goodness of our hearts and we deserve a better title.”

“We’re doing this out of love and because our friend is in a crisis,” Aisha said, “and we are not getting paid, so we do not get a cool title.”

“We could call ourselves The Emergency Wedding Collective,” Zoe suggested.

“We could not,” Hannah said.

Aisha shook her head again but didn’t say anything.

“Or something with an ampersand. Something elegant,” Zoe continued with a grin.

Hannah sighed. “Zoe.”

“Thompson & Morgan & Grant sounds like a very impressive law firm.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said. “We’re doing a favor. No business cards yet.” She hadn’t mentioned cards yet, but I knew she would eventually.

“I already thought about the font,” Zoe said sadly.

Hannah wrote with her pen and was trying to hide her exasperation. “I think that wraps up what we need so far.”

Aisha nodded, “Tomorrow at Violet’s backyard everyone look with your eyes before going further.” She gave a knowing look toward Hannah.

“I will assess the space,” Hannah said.

“You’re going to assess it after you’ve seen it.” Aisha closed her laptop with a click. “That’s the whole point of going.”

Hannah frowned, “That’s the same thing.”

“It is not the same thing in your case,” Aisha said with a knowing smile. “Don’t overthink.”

Hannah sighed, “Fair enough,” she conceded. “I promise I won’t make multiple plans based on different sizes I think the backyard might be.”

I laughed. “You’ve totally done that already, haven’t you?”

“No,” she said a little too fast. When everyone looked at her, she shrugged. “I didn’t write them down yet.”

Zoe’s laugh bubbled up. “You absolutely did.”

Hannah pressed her lips together, fighting a smile.

Zoe stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing until my ribs compressed slightly against my lungs. Her curls tickled my cheek before she pulled away, fingertips lingering briefly on my shoulder.

Aisha closed her laptop and slid it into her bag. “I’ll follow up with tent companies after we see the space.”

Hannah nodded. “Good plan.”

Aisha slung her bag over her shoulder, then exchanged a quick look with Hannah. The corner of Aisha’s mouth twitched upward. Hannah’s eyebrows lifted in response.

Zoe waved on her way out. “See you tomorrow.”

The door closed behind them. Hannah and I stood in the quiet of the apartment.

“We’re actually doing this,” I said, breaking the silence.

Hannah looked at me. “We’re actually doing this,” she confirmed.

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Violet’s house was a two story beauty that gleamed at the end of a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood where the mailboxes alone looked expensive. It was the kind of neighborhood that felt like you could leave your doors unlocked.

My phone pinged with a text from a number I didn’t recognize as Hannah and I parked in front of the house. Zoe’s car was right behind us and Aisha’s car brought up the rear.

Is this Wendy Travers now Wendy Thompson?

My first thought was a friend with a new phone, so I sent a quick ‘Yes’ back. The reply was instant.

I miss our time together

A knot formed in my stomach. The phrasing felt too sharp, too specific. I silenced my phone as we got out of our cars, an unnamed dread settling behind my ribs. Sums opened the door before we reached the porch.

“You made it!” Sums’s face broke into a wide smile. I glanced at Zoe and she didn’t act out of the ordinary like she was about to spring a joke.

“Violet and Alex are already out back. Just go straight through the house.”

The inside of the house was more lavish than the outside. Art hung on the walls that looked like the kind you see in art galleries. The furniture inside was probably more expensive than a brand new car. A dining room table was large enough to fit three families. Then we stepped through the back door and Zoe stopped walking so abruptly that I nearly walked into her.

“Oh,” she said.

And I understood it.

The backyard was large in the way that briefly recalibrates what large means. It was not a field or a park, but it had the depth and openness of both. The yard had a long sweep of grass that leveled off into a lower terrace, mature oaks at the edges that created natural walls without closing anything in, a stone patio near the house bordered with low plantings. The morning sun came in at an angle that made everything look gently illuminated rather than simply lit. I could tell this was a perfect place to watch a sunrise or a sunset.

Sums introduced us to Violet who stood right outside the back door. Violet looked to be our age with brown hair and jewelry that made her ears, neck, and fingers sparkle. She warmly shook our hands one by one.

“The yard is yours to look at for as long as you need,” Violet said after introductions were made. “Let me know if you need anything else from me.”

Violet went back inside with the easy confidence of someone who didn’t need to hover.

“Well,” Hannah said, “this is workable.”

“Workable?” Zoe repeated, turning to stare at her. “Hannah. This is a painting.”

“It’s a large backyard,” Hannah replied.

“It’s a backyard that wants to be a painting.” She pulled out her phone and started taking pictures.

“It’s a slice of paradise,” I replied.

Aisha didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was excited. She walked toward a wooden gate and pulled it open. Then she was taking pictures on her phone as well.

Alex stood at the corner of the patio. Sums walked over to her naturally, the gravitational pull of two people who have oriented toward each other. They held hands and it was almost cute. But I still felt wary about Alex’s past.

I found myself wondering aimlessly around the yard.

“Sixty people seated, you’d put the ceremony in the middle,” I said, not really to anyone, just thinking out loud. “Looking toward the house. Which means the light comes from behind the…”

Hannah arrived from behind me, “From the west in the late afternoon,” she said. “If we put the ceremony at six-thirty, the sun will be at a low angle, coming from behind the guests and directly onto Sums and Alex. Which is ideal.”

“That’s actually perfect,” I said.

“I know,” Hannah smiled. “Tent goes on the upper terrace for the reception. Catering access from the side gate. Aisha looks to be on it from that aspect.”

I looked over at Aisha, who was still at the side gate with her phone out.

“The trees,” Zoe called from the far end of the yard. “Can we do something with the trees?”

“What do you want to do with them?” I called back.

“Lights. Hanging lights, something warm-toned. And here…” she was pointing to the space between two large oaks at the far boundary “This is where Sums and Alex can stand. With the trees framing it and the afternoon light coming through…”

“Yes,” I said.

Alex smiled. “I feel like we’re in good hands.”

“Oh my gosh I love that idea,” Sums gushed.

Hannah was already writing in her notebook. Alex stayed near the patio corner as the group dispersed, and I drifted toward her, more out of proximity than intention. We stood in a careful silence, the kind where both people are aware of the effort.

“It’s a beautiful space,” I said.

“Violet’s been a good friend,” she said, her eyes on the yard.

“Generous to offer it up.”

Alex’s gaze didn’t move. “We have history. She knows what Sums means to me.”

The way she said it felt like a closed door. I pulled out my phone, needing a reason to look away, and my screen was already lit with new messages.

Four new texts from that same number.

I’ve been thinking about you

I loved the clothes you wore yesterday

I love you Wendy

<3

My body went very still before my mind caught up. My stomach dropped as the messages sank in. I didn't want to think about who might have sent them.

“Everything ok?” Alex said. She was looking at me sideways, careful, not pressing.

“Yeah,” I lied, forcing a lightness I didn’t feel. “Sorry. It’s nothing.” I put the phone in my pocket. “Nothing.”

Across the yard, Zoe yelled “Weeeeendddy” and beckoned me urgently toward the oak trees. She used both arms theatrically, clearly convinced she’d discovered something that required witnesses.

I went, glad for the excuse to get away from Alex without having to make something up. I crossed the grass and suppressed the text problem. It could be dealt with later when Alex wasn’t around.

Zoe of course noticed something was wrong. “You ok, Wen?”

I nodded, “Later,” I whispered.

Zoe’s eyes narrowed and she whispered, “Did Alex…?”

I shook my head, “She didn’t do anything. What did you want to show me?”

Zoe looked like she was about to press the matter, but I mouthed “later” again and that seemed to satisfy her.

“Here,” Zoe said, positioning me with both hands on my shoulders, pointing me between the two oaks. “You stand here. And the light…”

Zoe had a point, the light was beautiful. “I see it,” I said.

“Isn’t it perfect?”

I looked at it. The framing was real, the trees were genuine, the light was doing exactly what Zoe said it was doing, and there was something about that particular spot with that particular quality which screamed something important could happen there.

“It’s perfect,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray the tremor I felt. Thankfully Zoe didn’t question it.

We wrapped up about an hour later. Hannah and Aisha had produced between them something that looked almost like a provisional venue plan. Together they had tent placement, ceremony orientation, catering access, and parking flow. Aisha had numbers for three tent rental companies and had already sent one a preliminary inquiry from her phone.

Zoe had forty photographs and a running list of ideas she’d been dictating to herself in voice memos.

On the drive home, I watched the streetlights pass and thought about the texts.

“Hey,” I said. “I got some weird messages earlier.”

Hannah glanced over. “Weird how?”

“A number I didn’t recognize. Someone who seemed to think they knew me.” I tried to make it sound less strange than it felt. “Like we had history.”

She frowned. “Did you block the number?”

“I didn’t even think about that. Now it seems like the obvious thing to do.”

“Block it,” Hannah said. “It’s probably just a wrong number.”

I pulled my phone out and saw there were more new messages from that same number. My fingers quickly tapped the screen so I could block the number before reading them.

“Blocked,” I said.

Hannah reached over and touched my hand briefly before putting hers back on the wheel.

I looked out the window, watching the city lights blur past. It was nothing. Just a wrong number. I repeated the words in my head, trying to make them true, but the knot in my stomach wouldn't release.
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This might sound a bit harsh, but this one lacks a bit your usual pizzazz. Hannah and Zoe are butting heads, not entirely unexpected considering their respective personalities, but it feels a bit forced. Still curious to see where you are going with this story.
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Shocker wrote: Sun Apr 12, 2026 12:51 pm This might sound a bit harsh, but this one lacks a bit your usual pizzazz. Hannah and Zoe are butting heads, not entirely unexpected considering their respective personalities, but it feels a bit forced. Still curious to see where you are going with this story.
This is very valuable feedback and not harsh at all. Most of the prior stories were faster paced than this one is. I do know I'm missing some of the spark that made Hannah and Wendy unique though. Mostly because of how crazy things have been in real life I haven't actually been ablet to write the way I want to uninterrupted. It's good to know this feedback now so that I can slow down and take my time instead of rushing through full steam ahead and delivering lesser quality work.
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Chapter 4 - Two Days

“There’s no way that car fits,” Zoe said from the backseat. “Nope. Not happening. If we go a little further down, we can walk and only be, like, fashionably late.”

We were on our way to meet Milo at a bar downtown. I shook my head. Hannah had a quiet, focused look. The decision had been made three seconds ago, and the rest of us were just catching up. She pulled ahead of the parking space and clicked the blinker on.

“Hannah…” Zoe started.

Hannah shifted into reverse, and the car began to move in a smooth, controlled arc. There was no hesitation. No second-guessing. The car slid into the spot like it had been there the whole time.

“Make an Olympic sport out of parallel parking,” I said, “and Hannah would medal every time.”

Aisha let out a low whistle from the back seat opposite Zoe. “Never tell Hannah it can’t be done. She takes it personally.”

Zoe stared out the window like the car might move if she looked out long enough. “I would have had the back end sticking out into traffic somehow,” she said, a little awed. “Like, aggressively illegal.”

Hannah straightened the wheel and cut the engine, a small curve touching her lips. “It’s geometry. When you steer backward, the car rotates around the rear axle. It’s easier to control the angle that way.”

Zoe turned toward her immediately. “Okay, that’s actually the best explanation I’ve ever heard. Why has no one said that before?”

“It’s true,” I added, pointing at the passenger mirror. “Same reason that one says ‘objects in mirror are closer than they appear.’ The driver’s farther from that mirror than the one on the left.”

Zoe leaned over to inspect it like she’d just been personally betrayed. “So I’ve just been trusting a lie my whole life. Cool.”

Aisha opened her door. “You’re alive,” she said deadpan. “The system works.”

Sums spotted us after we entered the bar and did the world's most excited wave, nearly clocking Milo in the chin on the backswing. She ran over. Alex followed at a more measured pace.

“You made it!” Sums said. She hugged me and the smell of flowery shampoo lingered in the air afterward. “Seriously, thank you for coming.”

“Of course,” I said, trying not to sound out of breath.

Milo gave us a nervous salute from the stage. Then she bent over her guitar and tuned it. She plucked, adjusted based on an app on her phone, and repeated the process. It looked like a ritual. I liked her immediately.

Hannah surveyed the layout and chose a table near the back, halfway between the exit and the stage. She set her planner on the table, opened it to a fresh page, and uncapped a pen. I slid into the seat next to her. Zoe claimed a chair and dragged it to the other side of me. Aisha picked a spot against the wall, where she could see everything at once.

Alex and Sums joined us. Alex gave a small nod to the group. “Hi.”

Hannah nodded back. “Hi, Alex.”

“Hey,” Zoe echoed, voice neutral.

Sums beamed at everyone. “Usually Milo just plays for fun. This is her first time playing for a real gig,” she said, dropping her voice to a loud whisper. “She’s so nervous she had to change her shirt twice.”

“I sweat when I'm nervous too,” Zoe offered. “My armpits could fill a punch bowl at weddings.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I slipped it out below the table edge and read the message. It was another number I didn’t recognize.

I love you, Wendy

I locked the screen, put the phone away, and pretended it didn't matter.

Milo tapped the mic. “Hi, I’m Milo. This first one’s an original. It’s called ‘Three Days After Tuesday.’” Her voice was soft, a little raspy.

The first strum was shaky, but she found her rhythm. Hannah, planner open, timed the song, her lips moving silently. She glanced at me, her focus sharpening, and I felt the weight of her unspoken question. I gave her the slightest shake of my head.

She held my gaze for a moment, then looked back down at her planner. I knew she’d filed it away to ask about later.

By the second chorus, Zoe was nodding along, eyes closed. When Milo hit a particularly nice vocal run, she looked at me and mouthed, *Chills.*

Then her expression shifted, brows drawing together. Her silent question was as clear as Hannah’s had been. I kept my expression neutral and focused on the stage, a deliberate dismissal. She held her gaze a half-second longer, unconvinced, before turning back to the music.

Aisha listened with her whole posture, never looking away, but every so often she’d glance at the speakers mounted above the bar, then at the ceiling, then back to the stage.

Alex sat motionless beside Sums, one hand over the other in her lap, her eyes on Milo. Sums sat beside Alex, looking happier than I'd ever seen her.

Milo finished the song and smiled, but her face went a little red as she thanked us for listening. Sums applauded so hard that Milo actually laughed. She then played a cover of “Sweet Jane” looking completely relaxed and in her element. After the applause from us, Milo put down the guitar and came over. She looked nervous again and I saw her ears turning red.

Sums immediately hugged her. “You were amazing.”

“Thanks,” Milo mumbled, then looked at us. “Sorry if it was rough. I’m used to doing this for fun, not like this.”

“It was fantastic,” I said, meaning it.

Hannah nodded. “You have good structure in your set. The transitions could be a little tighter, but otherwise it’s very strong.”

Zoe jumped in, “I loved your take on ‘Sweet Jane.’ Have you ever thought about doing it even slower? Like almost haunting, but then the chorus ramps up? That would melt people.”

Milo's eyes widened. “I…no, but that sounds cool.”

Aisha said, “You’ll have to practice in Violet’s backyard a few times. Sound behaves differently outdoors. We’ll need to adjust for that.”

Sums laughed. “I told you they'd come prepared.”

Alex looked at Milo and, for the first time, smiled enough for dimples to show. “This was better than I imagined.”

Milo let out a huge sigh. “Thank god. I thought you’d all hate it.”

I shook my head. “If we hated it, we’d tell you.” I glanced at Hannah, who nodded firmly.

Zoe grinned. “Wendy would find a way to make you feel good about it, but she’d tell you.”

Hannah handed Milo her notes. “Use whatever you find helpful.”

Milo looked at the page. “Thank you.”

***

When we got to the car, Hannah motioned for me to talk with her.

“You okay?” she asked quietly, her voice low enough that Zoe and Aisha wouldn't hear.

“I'm fine,” I said, and I mostly meant it.

She touched my hand, just briefly. “We make a good team,” she said.

“We’re so good at this it almost scares me,” I said with a grin.

When I settled in the car I pulled my phone out of my pocket, blocked the number, and deleted the text.

“Anyone have concerns about Milo?” Hannah asked as we pulled out of the parking spot.

I shook my head, “Nothing major. I think she'll be great.”

“Agreed,” Zoe said from the back.

“With a few adjustments it’ll work,” Aisha added.

Zoe’s phone pinged. “Okay, so,” she said, “I sent the decor sketch to the florist this morning because she needed to order by noon or we’d lose the dahlias, and I know I was supposed to run it by everyone first but there was a window and I took it.”

“Which sketch did you send?” Hannah asked.

“The one with the arch,” Zoe answered. “The updated one.”

“The one I had notes on?”

“Yes. Your notes were mostly about ribbon placement,” Zoe said.

“That sounds correct,” Hannah said. “Put what you have in the group chat.”

“On it,” Zoe said. “I’m not trying to go rogue, I just didn’t want to lose the dahlias.”

“We all want the dahlias,” Aisha said.

We stopped at a red light, and I showed Hannah the image Zoe had put in the chat. Hannah hesitated almost imperceptibly. “This works,” she said after her pause.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Zoe smiled and looked at her phone. My phone buzzed again with another number I didn’t recognize.

I love how you looked at me at your wedding. I know you love me.

I put my phone back in my pocket and took a slow breath. Only one person cared about how I looked at her when Hannah and I got married.

Amanda.

My mouth opened and I drew a breath. Then I glanced at Hannah. She was relaxed as she drove back to our apartment. I hadn’t seen her this relaxed while driving since our honeymoon.

She glanced at me, “What is it?” Her tone was relaxed.

I hesitated. If I told her it meant Amanda would be in the car with us, in the apartment with us, and something like that would disrupt Hannah’s sleep. It would pull Zoe in and distract Aisha. It might even interfere with the wedding, which was in two days. “Nothing,” I said. “I just can’t believe we’re actually doing this. And I love you.”

She smiled, “I love you too.” A small glint in her eye told me I hadn’t fooled her. She would probably ask me about it later. But even with her suspicion, Hannah was relaxed and calm. All I had to do was block the numbers and it would eventually stop. Amanda wasn’t allowed to be near me anyway. A few days. That’s what I told myself. I knew what it would cost. I chose to pay it anyway.

***

That night I lay on my side listening to Hannah breathe herself into sleep. She was there within ten minutes, the way she usually is when she hasn't carried anything sharp to bed with her. I lay still and thought about the text. Hannah's breath was slow and even beside me. I ran through how to get through the next two days. What could I do that wouldn’t make it obvious something was wrong?

Hannah shifted in her sleep, turned slightly toward me, and her hand found my arm.

I didn’t move.

Two days.

I was almost sure I could do two days.
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Chapter 5 - Golden Hour

The air in Violet’s yard tasted of damp earth and cut grass as we arrived. Light slanted through the oaks, shining on the stone patio where caterers were already arranging tables. Everything we’d planned for was happening, all at once.

The moment the car stopped at Violet’s house, we were in motion. Hannah unfolded her master timeline and walked the lower terrace, clipboard pressed to her chest. Aisha, phone to her ear, calmly talked with someone over the phone. Zoe drifted toward the two big oaks at the far end of the lawn.

I took a moment to just breathe it in. We’d talked this day into existence on my living room floor, and now it was real in front of me. Everyone had a role to play. Mine was checking on people.

I found Milo first. She was sitting on the side porch, guitar case open at her feet, pressing her thumbnail into the pad of each finger in turn, one after another, like she was checking they still worked. She was wearing a simple navy dress, her hair pulled back.

“Hey,” I said softly.

She jumped. “Oh. Hi.”

“You need anything? Water? A stiff drink?”

A small, nervous smile flickered across her face. “It’s ten in the morning.”

“It’s a wedding,” I said. “The rules are different. But water’s probably better for the fine motor skills.” I went inside and came back with a tall, sweating glass. She took it with both hands.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her eyes fixed on the spot between the oaks. “It looks… really official.”

“It’s just a backyard,” I said. “And you’re going to be great. You’ve got this.”

She took a shaky breath and nodded. “For Sums,” she said, more to herself than to me.

Sums herself was a whirlwind of joy in the guest bedroom Violet had let her use. Her dress, a soft, champagne colored slip, was hanging on the back of the door. She was sitting on the floor with Hope and Precious, trying to weave tiny white flowers into their braids. She looked up when I came in, her face breaking into a grin so wide it pulled her whole body into it.

“Wendy! Is it chaos out there?”

“Controlled chaos,” I said. “The best kind. How are you?”

“I think my heart is going to float out of my body,” she said, her voice full of a giddy, genuine wonder. She gently turned Precious’ head to inspect her work. “Perfect. Now go show Granny before you shake them all out.” The girls scrambled away, giggling.

Sums looked back at me, her smile softening. “Thank you for this. For all of this. I know it’s…complicated.” Her happiness was genuine.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, and I meant it. “You just focus on that feeling. We’ve got the rest.”

She nodded, blinking hard against the tears in her eyes.

For the next few hours, I wondered from person to person. I guided a lost uncle to the restroom, helped an elderly aunt navigate the stone steps, stopped Hope from trying to grab a fistful of wedding cake, and reminded Precious who the gifts were for. The guests arrived in a slow tide of pastel dresses and summer suits. Hannah was serene and focused, confirming cues. Aisha stood by the catering tent. Zoe stood by the guestbook table.

The ceremony was in twenty minutes. I saw Alex standing alone by the edge of the patio, looking out at the rows of white chairs. She was in a tailored white suit, her posture rigid, her hair cut sharp and clean. She held a champagne flute but wasn’t drinking, her thumb pressed so hard against the stem it might leave a mark. I walked over. She didn't look at me, but I felt her tense as I stopped a few feet away. We watched the guests find their seats.

“It’s a good turnout,” I said, my voice even.

She made a short sound, not quite a laugh. “Yeah. Sums is easy to love.”

We stood in that silence for a moment, an empty space between us that we were both careful not to cross.

“I had the date marked on three different calendars,” she said, her voice low and tight. “You’d think I’d feel more prepared.”

I searched for the right words. All the easy reassurances felt like lies, at least from me. I couldn’t offer absolution, only acknowledgment. I took a slow breath. “It’s a lot of day to get through,” I said. “Just breathe.”

She finally turned her head. Her eyes met mine for a fraction of a second. Something flickered across her face that I couldn't quite read. Then she looked away, back toward the rows of chairs. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Yeah. Okay.”

I left her there and moved toward the back of the crowd, feeling that feeling I always get when a day stops being a plan and starts actually happening. My phone vibrated in the pocket of my sundress. Probably Hannah with a five-minute warning. I pulled it out and opened the message without looking at who sent it.

I love the yellow sundress on you. The blue one would have been sexy too.

The cheerful murmur of the crowd became a roar. My gaze dropped back to the phone.

How?

That detail stopped me cold. Nobody except Hannah knew which two dresses I considered wearing.

My breath caught in my throat. I looked for Hannah. She was near the front, speaking quietly to Alex’s twin brother, the officiant. She was smiling, her shoulders relaxed for the first time all day. She was in her element. She was happy.

I could have walked over there, shown her the phone, and watched her happiness curdle into fear. The joy of this day would be gone. It would ruin it for her, for me, for Sums, who was about to walk toward the rest of her life.

My thumb hovered over Hannah’s contact. Maybe I could forward the message to Hannah and she’d see it later. My pulse thudded in my throat, too fast, too loud.

No, Hannah would look at her phone immediately and everything would stop.

I looked at Sums, who was now standing with her father at the back of the house, ready. Her smile was visible even from here.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t be the one to break it.

I slid the phone back into my pocket. I didn’t block the number. I didn’t respond. I didn't delete it either. I just let it sit there, just sitting there in my pocket like a stone I couldn't put down. A secret.

The music started then, the gentle, clear notes of Milo’s guitar floating across the lawn. She wasn’t nervous anymore. She was just playing. Everyone stood. I stood, too, my body moving on autopilot. Sums began her walk, and every small sound seemed to simply stop. She was luminous. When she reached the front, she took Alex’s hands, and the look that passed between them was so full of a fierce, tender hope that it physically hurt to watch.

I tried to enjoy myself and focus on Alex’s brother officiating. But the words blurred and the heat on my skin felt distant. I kept touching the phone through the fabric of my dress like I could somehow make it not exist.

Then, a warmth. Hannah’s hand found mine, her fingers lacing through my own. I hadn’t even realized she’d come to stand beside me. She was watching Alex and Sums, her eyes soft, a small smile on her lips.

She had no idea. She was just my wife, holding my hand at a wedding. The contact was a shock, a sudden, grounding pressure. I squeezed back, and for a moment the ceremony, the vows, all of it receded, and there was only her hand in mine.

The reception was a triumph. As dusk settled, the lights Zoe had strung in the oaks blinked on, casting a warm, magical glow over everything. The food was incredible, the music was perfect, and people were dancing on the grass. I looked around at all of them and honestly wanted to cry a little. We'd actually pulled it off. It was real, and it was working.

We found a moment together by the bar. “Holy shit,” Zoe said, her voice hushed with awe as she watched a group of aunts doing the electric slide. “People are actually having fun.”

Aisha took a deliberate sip of champagne. “Vendors are paid, nothing is on fire, and the brides are in love. I’d call that a win.”

Hannah leaned her head on my shoulder, the weight of it familiar and grounding. “We did good,” she murmured, her voice thick with happy exhaustion.

“We did,” I said, my arm going around her waist automatically.

They were relaxing, their bodies finally letting go of the tension of the day. And I should have been, too. I should have been basking in the golden light, in our success, in my wife’s arms. But the phone was still in my pocket.

The air was full of music and laughter. Hannah leaned into me, a perfect, trusting weight against my side. And all I could feel was the cost of my secret, a private, cold distance growing in the warmth of her arms.
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It’s still a nice story, I’m not as invested into the characters of your other magnum opus, so this story doesn’t get me as excited as earlier stories in the Hannah and Wendy universe.
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Shocker wrote: Mon Jun 08, 2026 1:07 pm It’s still a nice story, I’m not as invested into the characters of your other magnum opus, so this story doesn’t get me as excited as earlier stories in the Hannah and Wendy universe.
That's completely fair. This isn't meant to be a story that's better than all the others after all. It's meant to be the glue that holds other stories together.

Alex and Sums' role is pretty much complete in this story. They might pop up in the story again depending on where the story takes me, but it'll more than likely be a background thing than a driving forward force to the story.
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