I reached into the top drawer of my nightstand.

I pushed aside a stack of store receipts and pulled out a small notebook bound in soft black leather.

“Did Ethan read his vows to you yet?” Ryan asked.

“No,” I said.

Ryan looked down at the street lamp glowing outside.

“He should have hired professional movers for all this,” Ryan said.

“Are you going to be at the hotel early on Friday?” I asked.

“I’ll be there at noon,” Ryan said.