Lisa stood up with Kate, wearing a lovely off-the-shoulder lavender gown, which Lisa proclaimed too plain and too predictable. The reception was held at a new venue: an industrial building that had been transformed inside to look like an art museum. Or maybe it was an art museum. Joe had lost track of the details. He was happy. Happier than he thought he could be. He was frankly amazed at how damn happy he was. Kate was happy, too. She was still amused and awed that things had happened as they had, that she’d met the man of her dreams on a flight diverted to Dallas. She was awed that she and Joe had both known, in just a few days, just knew, that they belonged together. What would explain that other than fate? Kate hoped that fate also had a big family in mind for them, now that she knew Joe wasn’t particularly put off by people wandering in and out of the house without knocking and raiding the fridge, as her family tended to do. They stayed at the Edgewater the night of the wedding, and their lovemaking was spectacular.
