There was happiness all over this place. Anne stopped again in the shadow of a tree, smiling a little. Still pretending to herself that she wasn’t doing this on purpose, spying on the people under her wing, but she really was. Slipping from place to place in the gardens she had designed to be a refuge for group laughter and intimate moments both, reassuring herself from the confusion of Mack’s behavior with sighting after sighting of contentment. I made the space for them to have that. The lighting she had designed for the wedding played beautifully over Jaime and Dom, soft and sheltering, a gentle cocoon of mellow gold against the darkness. The sound of the sea shushed steadily over the dunes, and the little waterfall in this nook trickled in sweet counterpoint. Jaime brought her hands up over her head and twirled with joy, spinning away from her big, rough-looking new husband as if there was too much of that happiness to stand still for it, whirling back to land with a rush against his chest as if she had to hurry back to that joy’s source.
