“This is the official twenty-minute warning. Everybody finish getting dressed and get your butts down to the orchard for the ceremony. Got it?” Evan Applewhite spread a look over the assembled groomsmen who sprawled in various states of undress around the barn apartment at Applewhite Farms.
From his position by the window, Zach snapped a picture, capturing the mix of stern and repressed laughter.
“We’ve got it, Dad.” Jace shrugged into his vest. “Any last words of wisdom?”
Evan crossed to his son, reaching up to straighten Jace’s tie.
Click.
“Never go to bed mad. She’s always right. And don’t ever take her for granted.” He squeezed Jace’s shoulders. “You already did the hard part. You found the right one.”
“She’s one in a million.”
Click.
“I better get out there before your mother
