Holly said. “I know but I can’t help it,” Angie wailed. “I’m just so ha-ha-hap-py.” “She doesn’t sound happy,” Sydney said. “Here,” Holly said. “Pull gently on your lower eyelids. It’ll make your tears recede back into your eyeballs.” Angie sniffed but did as she was told. “Oh, hey, that totally worked.” “I’ve been to a lot of weddings,” Holly said. “And I cry every time.” Mel was surprised to find that at that particular moment she didn’t feel like crying. Instead, she was ecstatic, giddy even, that her life was rocketing forward with Joe at her side as her husband. She had never felt luckier in her entire life. The limo stopped in front of the small white chapel. It was adorable with a petite bell tower and circled by a tall white wrought iron fence, covered in yellow climbing roses.
