ceremony is simple and sweet, and everyone cheers at the end when Brian dips Jenna to kiss her. They walk back down the aisle laughing.
The smile on my face falters when I look at Adam before putting my hand on his arm. He has the polite face on that he's so good at, but he's not bothering to hide the anger glittering in his eyes. I force the corners of my mouth back up while we make our way along the blessedly short aisle at a faster pace than the processional.
As soon as we're out of the chapel, we break apart, Adam moving to congratulate Brian while I chat with Jenna and Cate. We all stand out of the way off to one side while the minister announces that the reception will be back at the Mountain View Resort. The guests make their way out, congratulating Jenna and Brian as they walk past. We'll be taking a few more photos of the entire bridal party and the families together before we head to the reception.
Adam avoids contact with me as much as possible, only shooting me dark looks on occasion. For my part, I avoid him as much as possible as well.
Jenna seems to have caught on that things are less than stellar between Adam and me. She shot me a questioning look after one awkward moment while the photographer was posing the bridal party and Adam refused to get my attention while I was talking to someone else off to the side closest to him. I managed to brush it off, and Jenna was distracted enough at the time not to make anything more of it. But it seems that Adam's giving me the silent treatment.
The rest of the photos go smoothly, and after a little over an hour we're on our way to the reception. I'm determined to have fun and enjoy myself and not let Adam's broody silence get me down.
With it being Brian's wedding, the open bar is stocked with the best wine selections from The Barrel Room and top shelf liquor procured through their various contacts.
Since the wedding was in the early afternoon, the reception is just cake and light hors d'oeuvres along with the open bar. Jenna and Brian cut the cake not too long after we arrive, since the guests have already been there eating and drinking for an hour at that point. Brian pretends like he's going to smash the cake in Jenna's face, but at the last minute lets her take a dainty bite, and then kisses the remaining frosting off her lips. It's sweet and funny and charming, just like their whole relationship.
I'm so happy that this day has finally come for Jenna, and now we're all living it up on the dance floor. The DJ is spinning a wide range of music, from slow romantic ballads, to house style dance mixes.
When Brian and Jenna decide it's time to leave, we bust out the party poppers and have all the guests shoot streamers into the air around them as they run for the door.
Despite the absence of the bride and groom, the party's still going. The room is booked for another hour, and Connor pulls me back onto the dance floor. I've been dancing with groups and a few other men throughout the reception, but this is my first dance with Connor. I even danced once with Scott. I was worried it would be awkward when he asked me to dance, but there were no hard feelings left over our breakup. He was there with a new date, Eva, who he'd met at his gym. She is a much better fit for him than I ever was.
I'm glad Connor's finally asked me to dance. He's been giving me appreciative looks all day, and danced with every other single woman here under age fifty. I'm not sure what's taken him so long to get to me, but now that he has I'm not going to complain.
We're dancing face to face to a slower song, my hands on his broad shoulders and his on my hips. I'm glad I'm wearing heels, so that our heights are not as disparate as they would be if were I flat footed. As it is, he only has to lean down a little to speak in my ear to be heard over the music.
"You look great in that dress." His voice is low and rumbly in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He pulls
The smile on my face falters when I look at Adam before putting my hand on his arm. He has the polite face on that he's so good at, but he's not bothering to hide the anger glittering in his eyes. I force the corners of my mouth back up while we make our way along the blessedly short aisle at a faster pace than the processional.
As soon as we're out of the chapel, we break apart, Adam moving to congratulate Brian while I chat with Jenna and Cate. We all stand out of the way off to one side while the minister announces that the reception will be back at the Mountain View Resort. The guests make their way out, congratulating Jenna and Brian as they walk past. We'll be taking a few more photos of the entire bridal party and the families together before we head to the reception.
Adam avoids contact with me as much as possible, only shooting me dark looks on occasion. For my part, I avoid him as much as possible as well.
Jenna seems to have caught on that things are less than stellar between Adam and me. She shot me a questioning look after one awkward moment while the photographer was posing the bridal party and Adam refused to get my attention while I was talking to someone else off to the side closest to him. I managed to brush it off, and Jenna was distracted enough at the time not to make anything more of it. But it seems that Adam's giving me the silent treatment.
The rest of the photos go smoothly, and after a little over an hour we're on our way to the reception. I'm determined to have fun and enjoy myself and not let Adam's broody silence get me down.
With it being Brian's wedding, the open bar is stocked with the best wine selections from The Barrel Room and top shelf liquor procured through their various contacts.
Since the wedding was in the early afternoon, the reception is just cake and light hors d'oeuvres along with the open bar. Jenna and Brian cut the cake not too long after we arrive, since the guests have already been there eating and drinking for an hour at that point. Brian pretends like he's going to smash the cake in Jenna's face, but at the last minute lets her take a dainty bite, and then kisses the remaining frosting off her lips. It's sweet and funny and charming, just like their whole relationship.
I'm so happy that this day has finally come for Jenna, and now we're all living it up on the dance floor. The DJ is spinning a wide range of music, from slow romantic ballads, to house style dance mixes.
When Brian and Jenna decide it's time to leave, we bust out the party poppers and have all the guests shoot streamers into the air around them as they run for the door.
Despite the absence of the bride and groom, the party's still going. The room is booked for another hour, and Connor pulls me back onto the dance floor. I've been dancing with groups and a few other men throughout the reception, but this is my first dance with Connor. I even danced once with Scott. I was worried it would be awkward when he asked me to dance, but there were no hard feelings left over our breakup. He was there with a new date, Eva, who he'd met at his gym. She is a much better fit for him than I ever was.
I'm glad Connor's finally asked me to dance. He's been giving me appreciative looks all day, and danced with every other single woman here under age fifty. I'm not sure what's taken him so long to get to me, but now that he has I'm not going to complain.
We're dancing face to face to a slower song, my hands on his broad shoulders and his on my hips. I'm glad I'm wearing heels, so that our heights are not as disparate as they would be if were I flat footed. As it is, he only has to lean down a little to speak in my ear to be heard over the music.
"You look great in that dress." His voice is low and rumbly in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He pulls
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