offered it when we got engaged, but even with tents we can only manage one hundred. Save-the-dates for one hundred sixty already went out.â
And then it hits me. âWait a minute. If youâre going to move it outside of Boston altogether, why not just keep moving south?â
Peyton is shaking her head ânoâ already. âLike where? Providence?â She purses her lips.
âHear me out. What about a Connecticut wedding? At home?â
âIn Mystic?â
Peyton is still shaking her head, but Erika is listening.
âThink about it,â I go on. âNot just Connecticut countryside, but seaside. Youâve got the historic village with all its clapboard houses. And the marinas full of sailboats. You can take pictures at sunset at one of the piersâjust imagine it!â
Erika nods. âIt would let me keep the summer date.â
Iâm getting excited just talking about it, myself. âThereâre plenty of hotels and cute B-and-Bs in the area. And beaches.â
âAnd tourists,â Peyton groans.
Erikaâs nose wrinkles.
âTrue,â I concede. âBut also fresh seafood. And salt air. And gorgeous weather.â
âI donât knowâthat sounds like starting over. New venue. New decorations. New caterer.â Peyton is ticking the list off her fingers.
âNot exactly starting over,â I remind them. âThe dress is done. The band will travel. Iâm sure that Boston florists leave the city to handle destination weddings all the time. The rest we will help you with.â
Erika closes her eyes and leans back against the couch cushions. We sit in silence, awaiting her answer.
âMy mother always wanted me to get married close to home,â she says, finally.
âExactly!â
âBut it would have to be at our yacht club,â she says, sitting up straighter.
âWeâll call them first thing tomorrow,â I promise.
âAnd weâd need to get a local photographer. Someone who knows all the best spots for sunset pictures,â she adds.
âOf course.â
Peytonâs head is snapping left and right between us. âAre you sure?â she asks. âMystic is so far from Boston.â
I throw her a look. âItâs not like weâre trekking to Manitoba. Besides, half of the guests are from that area anyway. Itâs her hometown.â
Finally Peyton concedes with a shrug. âI guess we could do a nautical theme.â
âWe can go to Mystic this weekend!â Erika says. âMy momcan set something up with the club, and weâll make a girlsâ weekend out of it.â Itâs the happiest sheâs looked all night, and neither Peyton nor I are going to argue with this.
âI could use a weekend away,â Peyton says. She looks to me for backup.
âPerfect. School ends this week, so Iâm free.â Potentially indefinitely so, I think with a sense of dread.
Erika stands, a sea of white tissues cascading off her lap like the skirt of a bridal gown. She dabs her nose one last time and looks at us. âI canât thank you guys enough for your help tonight. You have no idea what this means to me.â
Itâs been a long day. My Darby worries have faded somewhat, dim with sleep deprivation and wedding planning. Right now we all need to call it a night. âGet some sleep,â I tell Erika. âEverything will work out. Weâll make sure of it.â
The relief on her face is palpable. Before she shuts her bedroom door, Erika holds up her pinky finger, and I raise mine back. âPromise?â
I nod.
âWhatâs with that little thing you two always do with your pinkies?â Peyton whispers.
âNothing,â I say. But seeing Erika flash it, I feel the same way I did when I was ten years old. Itâs still everything.
Eight
W ith Erikaâs wedding safely relocated to Mystic, and just two days left until the end of
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