We needed to practice the ceremony walk.

I stood at the back of the center aisle with Ethan.

Vanessa took her place at the front near the wooden arbor.

She organized the groomsmen without raising her voice.

She showed Kendra exactly where to stand so the photographs would look balanced against the water.

“Do we step on the music cue or before it?” I asked.

Vanessa walked down the empty aisle and linked her arm through mine.

“Honey, you wait for the cello to hit the high note,” she said.