Thursday afternoon found me standing in Mrs. Martinez's motel courtyard with Alex, a wedding planner named Denise, and a growing sense that this was actually happening. In five weeks, I would walk across this cracked concrete and marry the man standing beside me. The thought still felt surreal sometimes. Denise was in her fifties, efficient and warm in equal measure. Mrs. Martinez had recommended her—apparently they had worked together on several quinceañeras and a few small weddings over the years. "So the ceremony will be here," Denise said, gesturing to the center of the courtyard where Mrs. Martinez's wildflower garden created a natural backdrop. "We will set up chairs in rows, an aisle down the middle. Simple white folding chairs, nothing fancy. They will look elegant with the right setup." "How many can we fit?" Alex asked. "Comfortably? Thirty-five. Forty if people do not mind being cozy." She consulted her tablet. "You have thirty confirmed guests, so we are good. The rec
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