“Everyone squeeze in a little closer,” the photographer said.

We formed a tight line in front of the wall of pink roses.

I stood on Ethan’s left side.

Vanessa slid in directly on his right.

She reached out and rested her hand on his arm.

“Smile, honey,” Vanessa said to him.

The camera flashed bright white.

The photographer pulled a glossy Polaroid from the bottom of the camera.