Cheat sheet

It was a cheat sheet, or something like that. But the evening was set.

A house wedding, one I had never seen. Mother would turn wherever she was if I ever attempted something like this.

Alexander called it a parlor wedding.

It was happening right in my living room. We redesignedput my minimalist style living room aesthetic to good use, the chandeliers above creating a dimly lit room as dawn set in.

Guests trickled in, their murmurs mingling with our choice of music.

Alexander stood by the makeshift altar, being the head of two long feast tables, placed at the center.

I stood behind him taking in the sight of everything we had done together.

The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, the vibrant colors of the floral arrangements contrasting beautifully with the muted tones of the room.

Soft candlelight danced on the two-tier cake, sitting at the center of the table.

Alexander was particular when he said there were twenty people coming.

As his parents arrive right on time, I couldn