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It took six weeks.Six weeks was longer than it should have taken, if naming things were a rational activity. If naming were rational, they would have looked at the list of contenders on the first day, evaluated them against a set of criteria, and selected the one that scored highest. That was how Alexander would have done it, and Elijah had watched Alexander do it for enough things to know that the rational approach worked for almost everything.But naming a restaurant wasn't almost everything. It was the one thing.The name was going to be on the sign and the menu and the website and the credit card receipts. It was going to be what people said when they made reservations and what they wrote in reviews and what they told their friends when they recommended the place. It was going to carry the restaurant's identity for as long as the restaurant existed, which Elijah intended to be for a long time. The name couldn't be good enough. It had to be right.They'd started with a list.Elija

Table one was the corner table.This had been Jerome's insistence. Not Elijah's—Elijah would have put the corner table somewhere else, would have used it for walk-ins or regulars or whatever the night required. But Jerome had been adamant. The corner table in a small restaurant was both the most private and the most encompassing, the table from which you could see the room and be seen from it. The table said: this is the kind of place where important things happen, and we know it, and we're not pretending otherwise."I want it for VIPs," Jerome had said, during the layout discussions. "Not celebrities. Important people. The people who matter to the restaurant.""What's the difference?""Celebrities want to be hidden. Important people want to be seen, but only by the right people." Jerome had looked at him. "Alexander is an important person."Elijah had laughed, because that was the kind of thing you had to laugh at or it would swallow you whole. "Alexander is not going to eat at our r

They set it in November, which meant fourteen months out.Fourteen months was the time required by the spreadsheet—Alexander's spreadsheet, now in its fullest form, all fourteen tabs populated and annotated with the specific details that Alexander believed were necessary for any major project. The spreadsheet had tabs for the venue, the guest list, the catering, the flowers, the music, the photography, the attire, the transportation, the accommodations, the timeline, the budget, the vendors, the contingencies, and the notes.Elijah had looked at the spreadsheet when Alexander first showed it to him, and he had felt something that was partly admiration and partly terror. The admiration was for the comprehensiveness—Alexander had thought of things Elijah would never have thought of, had anticipated problems Elijah wouldn't have seen coming, and had built a structure that could hold the entire project without collapsing. The terror was for the same reason."You've planned weddings before

He wrote them on a Wednesday night.He'd been thinking about them for months—not with the deliberate analytical approach that Alexander used, but in the particular way he thought about important things, which was the daydream way, the path-testing, the letting-it-arrive method. He'd been testing the vows the same way he'd tested the idea of the proposal: one foot at a time, checking that the ground held.The ground held.He sat at the kitchen table on a Wednesday in September. The table was covered with the detritus of daily life—a stack of mail, a coffee cup from the morning, a notebook he'd been using for menu development, the bread knife he'd forgotten to put away. He cleared a space in the middle of the table and set down the culinary school recipe card.The recipe card was blank—the kind they gave out in the first week, the kind he'd used for developing new dishes throughout his training. It was the same format as his mother's recipe card, the one that was framed on the studio wa

They'd agreed on it in the summer, when the planning was in its middle stage and the traditions were being decided: the night before, they would not see each other.Not because of superstition—neither of them was a superstitious person in the conventional sense. Elijah didn't believe in bad luck or omens or the idea that seeing the bride before the wedding would jinx anything. Alexander believed in planning and preparation and the elimination of variables, not in cosmic forces that could be offended by a glimpse of a suit.But there was something right about the night before being a separate night. The specific preparation of arriving at the day fresh rather than continuous, each of them with their own version of the eve. A chance to be alone with the anticipation, to sit with what was coming, to let the weight of it settle before the day itself arrived.Dani had flown in two days early.She and Elijah had the apartment—not the townhouse, a friend's place that they'd arranged for the