Chloe came out of the bathroom with the steamer still hissing.

“Two minutes.

There’s a fold near the hem.”

“There’s no fold.”

“There was a fold.” She ran the steam down it anyway and clicked the switch off.

Ryan knocked once and leaned in without waiting for an answer.

“The guitar guy wants to know if the bride wants the aisle song slower.”

“Slower,” Chloe said.