Large tents had been set up on the side of the property for the reception that would follow.
One of the living areas near the front of the house had been turned into my bridal party's prep station. The groomsmen waited just outside, in the light-filled foyer, for the bridesmaids.
"Showtime," Javier told us, grinning.
Stephan and Javier had been more impulsive than we had, and had already gotten married over Christmas. They'd had a gorgeous commitment ceremony in Bali, with a reception afterwards that had turned into a four-day long party with all of their closest friends. The entire trip had been magical, and I'd never seen two happier newlyweds. Even several months later, they were both still glowing with it.
Stephan was happier than I'd ever seen him. Two months ago, he'd even been contacted by one of his sisters. She had just turned eighteen, and moved away for college. She'd found him on Facebook, sending him an earnest message about wanting to meet him. She had apologized for the way he'd been treated by their family, though of course she'd been too young at the time to have anything to do with the way things had happened. Stephan had told me that they were getting to know each other slowly, but that they were chatting nearly every day now.
Javier blew us a kiss before letting the door swing back closed on him. He'd ended up as part of the groom's party. Dividing our friends had turned into quite the debate. We'd had a row over who would get Stephan. The very idea had made me furious.
In the end, we'd decided on gender-bending wedding parties, with Frankie as James's best woman, and Stephan as my best man. It only made sense. James had argued that he should get Lana, and I'd made a case for myself getting Javier, but in the end we'd let them choose, so Javier was a groomsmen, and Lana was mine. I knew it was a sign of how blessed we were, that our friends were so intertwined that they belonged to us both.
One of the biggest wedding party upheavals was kneeling at my feet, fretting about some minor detail on the hem of my gown. Jackie had taken some getting used to, but I'd more than gotten used to her. Our friendship had grown over countless thoughtful little notes that she'd left in my closet. Lana had been so right about her-that she needed to be challenged. Something in her nature held a constant need for it, and I didn't mind obliging. First, I'd insisted on only wearing up and coming designers' clothes for months, which had made her want to pull her hair out, but I saw that she grew to love the idea, the discovery of new designers presenting that challenge that she craved.
She'd learned to respect me, and as that respect had budded, so had our friendship. And when we'd begun to hunt for my wedding gown, it had grown into a bonafide bond. I'd realized that I had room in my heart for another sister.
Jackie and I hadn't taken to each other right away, but you wouldn't know it now. As she'd obsessed over finding the perfect dress, I'd begun to tell her little details that I might like for a gown, and she had added her own persistent suggestions. When she'd begun to make elaborate sketches for the elusive dress, I'd been impressed with her vision, and made the offhanded suggestion that she should design it herself. She'd taken that suggestion to heart, and designed the perfect gown for me. I knew by her talent, and the way the task seemed to fulfill her, that it wouldn't be her last.
The women began to file from the room, giving me encouraging looks before they left. The looks made me feel a bit like a crazy woman, since they told me clearly that everyone was still a little afraid that I would turn into a runaway bride.
Stephan and I peeked our heads around the corner to catch a glimpse of the altar.
James already stood there, looking too perfect to be real in a sharply tailored tuxedo. He wore the classic black jacket and trouser, with an off-white silk shirt, vest, and tie. His hair was styled artfully out of his face. Frankie stood next to him, decked out in her own sexy version of a tux.
He saw us looking and grinned. He knew I'd be nervous for this, just as I knew that he wouldn't. We shared one of those complex looks that said we understood each other. His look took the form of an indulgent smile, and mine was a bit of a pained grimace. I ducked back into the room.
In addition to being my best man, Stephan was walking me down the aisle. That one hadn't even been a question. He wore a tux that was nearly identical to James's, but with a lavender silk tie. He kept an eye out for our cue to go, naming off the bridal party as they walked, and keeping me up to date on every detail, Stephan style.
"First is Elliot. He's got the ring on top of his head, and he's hopping."