Maybe the hotel suite mix-up really was just a mistake.

I was ruining my own wedding by suspecting my oldest friend of a master plan.

We ran the entire procession three times.

Vanessa hit every mark perfectly.

She remembered the order of the readings and reminded the officiant about the microphone stand.

“Look, we’re going to be completely fine,” Ethan said.

He checked his watch and nodded toward the restaurant patio.

“Dinner is at seven,” he said.