It was a lot warmer with fifty people packed in on the terrace for the ceremony. There weren’t many people I knew, but Landry’s Fall wasn’t that big and I recognized a few faces at least. I was sitting near the back, my preferred spot when attending a wedding. It was easier to take in the full picture that way.
And Lincoln and James, along with their wedding party, made quite a picture. Lincoln was small and lean, and the cut of his tuxedo fit him perfectly. He was positively glowing as he looked at the big man he was marrying. James was a few years older, and his tuxedo was a different style, but the double breasted cut of the jacket did something to make his shoulders look even wider. He held Lincoln’s hands in his, and even though the officiant was speaking, they couldn’t take their ey
