The pen was a cheap ballpoint with the hotel name printed on the side, and Chloe spun it once on the table before she handed it across.

“Write it down.

Not on your phone.

Phones glow.”

I wrote: dress, shoes, vows, my mother’s earrings, charger.

Then I crossed out charger, because it wouldn’t matter if anything went wrong later.

The bar was closed.

The chairs were stacked upside down on the tables, and the night clerk had brought us two glasses of ginger ale without being asked.