Fern Halloway and Phil Nixon, my oldest bride and groom to date, sat across from me. Fern was a seventy-four-year-old woman whose first husband died twenty years ago. All of Mayfair celebrated when Phil, the owner of Mayfair’s one and only convenience store, mustered up the gumption and asked her on a date last Christmas. Now the two were going to be married exactly a year later at the same chapel as Bridget and William, the same chapel as my mom and dad. A Christmas wedding, and the entire town was invited. Fern flipped through my portfolio and pointed at various bouquets while Phil squinted through his spectacles, agreeing with everything she said. I let the couple browse in peace while the knots in my stomach pulled tighter and the lump in my throat grew lumpier. I couldn’t believe it. Nate—the man who had been consuming my thoughts, the man who had been brightening my days, the man who had made me giddy with excitement every time I checked my e-mail—was Chelsea’s older brother.
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