“I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss your beloved.”
As I watched Rosa and Ann-Marie Cisneros smooch in front of friends and family, my cell phone buzzed. I took it out and read the screen. It was from Viola.
Did you bring your guitar?
Some sixth sense had told me to stash my instrument in the trunk of my car this morning, just in case. I probably should ask for a raise for heightened intuition abilities. Once I was sure the wedding party had everything they needed, as they waited to take photos, I quickly found my car, grabbed my guitar, and headed for the stage in the reception area.
As a child, even with my obsession for all things wedding-related, I’d found the time to train in music and dance, so I actually could have made a living at either one, had I been interested.
