An hour later, the tables are cleared and the festivities begin. I do my toast to Cindy and Rob, providing a much-edited anecdote of how they reconnected at The West, which gets more than a few laughs. Then follows the cutting of the cake and the bride and groom feeding each other. There’s a gleam in Cindy’s eye as she brings the piece up to Rob’s mouth, and I wait for what’s sure to happen. But she behaves herself, much to everyone’s disappointment. Finally, we come to the part I’ve been dreading most. Up to now I’ve been keeping a safe distance from Cindy, making sure people are nearby. But tradition demands I share a dance with her at some point, and I’m sure there’ll be things said between us as we waltz around the floor.
The DJ cranks up the music and the bride and groom take the flo
