As I watched the four bridesmaids in their poofy orange dresses walk down the isle of the packed church, their hair do Micah had either seen it coming, or had better nerves than we did. His hands struggling against the sheets as if he wasn't sure what to do with them. I felt the movement before I turned and saw the audience.
No, Jean-Claude did not come help clean up the basement, but surprisingly, Asher did. I finally reached up and moved his dark glasses just enough to glimpse his chartreuse eyes. He leaned in toward me. He pulled on my hair so hard that it brought a gasp from my throat, but strangely, made me relax.
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