name on every signature line.
I wasn’t embarrassing myself.
I was preparing.
I barely slept.
At seven the next morning, I sat at my kitchen table with my laptop open and phone in hand.
Colleen sat across from me with two coffees.
Mine remained untouched.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said, but her voice said otherwise.
I called Ren Valley Estate.
I identified myself and asked to cancel the reservation under my name for that day’s event.
Teresa paused.
The wedding was only six hours away.
I confirmed
