How does a groom-to-be prepare for his own wedding? With a minimum of fuss, a dash of cologne, and lots of coffee and breath mints. I barely slept the night before, and now that I stood before the mirror in my bedroom, fully dressed and not a hair out of place, I wished my mom and dad were alive to see me now. They’d been so supportive of their way-out son. They’d stood by me through thick and thin, and I hoped they were looking down on me, happy that I was about to get the dream wedding I’d always wanted. Go me.
Viola had texted me earlier to make sure I didn’t need smelling salts. I texted back that she might need them for Van.
I headed downstairs, and as I exited the lobby of my building to get my car, Van pulled up in his.
“Hey there, husband-to-be. Need a ride?” His smile warmed me
