It was a bright, sunny day with hardly a cloud in the sky and with a very subtle breeze that picked up every now and again. Warm, but not overly so. No one would sweat through their formal clothes, but anyone who chose to wear a dress would be comfortable as well.
All in all, it was a perfect day for a wedding.
The Deveraux Estate was about a mile outside of Landry’s Fall proper. By the time I rolled up at two in the afternoon, there were already a dozen cars in the lot. I followed the discrete drive along the side of the Victorian mansion so I could unload near the terrace. Since I was by myself, it would make things so much easier.
Normally, either Lenore or Zoe came with me, but it was a Friday—and I was still amazed by the amount of people who forwent the traditional Saturday for we
