“Umm…so was there a plan B?” Jake stands at my shoulder in his tux, dark hair slicked back, his expensive cologne wafting around him in a tasteful cloud. He can do elegance in his sleep. I don’t know why I had to pick a best man who will upstage me in every freaking picture. I look out the window of this suite we’re using as our ‘ready room.’ It has a great view of the beach, including the chosen spot for our ceremony. Several neat little rows of chairs are set up to face a flowery archway. The ocean is our backdrop. It’s gorgeous, a truly unbeatable location. Or at least it would be…if it
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