The Wedding.

The wedding itself was a simple affair. No hordes of bridesmaids and groomsmen clustered about the dais of the small, non-denominational temple. Instead, there were only a handful of witnesses: Seth and Maggie and little Jason on the bride’s side, and Sharon, Julia, and Leoben on the groom’s.

Caspar had extended the invitation to the latter two as a peace offering of sorts, although he was mildly regretting Julia’s presence. The blonde was already crying into a tissue and the ceremony hadn’t even begun. Ignoring her, he absently smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in his burgundy blazer and checked the small orange tulip boutonniere pinned to his lapel one last time, waiting for the arrival of the bride.
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