Shane watched the couple linger so undeniably in love, ogling each other as if they had just met.

Tina elaborated, “This time feels very different.” Bette nodded along. “So much better than the first time.”

“I agree,” Bette responded, squeezing Tina’s hand as they broke their stare and turned back towards Shane.

Shane climbed the stairs needing to hug her friends. “I really love you guys.”

Alice’s voice caused them all to chuckle into each other’s necks.

“Oh good, we’re all here. And all have clothes on.” Alice carried a tray while Angie followed close behind with some bouquets. “Happy wedding day you crazy kids! Cmon, you need to eat something. We need to get dressed, Shane will do your hairs. Angie has…Angie, come up the stairs Angie. Angie has your flowers. And the cake has arrived! We saw it, it looks great. Right Angie?” Alice elbowed Angie behind her to encourage more participation.

Angie was looking everywhere but at her mothers.

“Morning boo,” Bette said.

Tina curiously eyed her daughter while asking Alice about the alcohol.

“And the booze? Is the bar set up? And are the favors on the table by the entrance?”

Alice felt the breakfast tray suddenly get heavier. “The booze? Yes it’s fine.” She made a face at Shane while Tina’s attention turned back toward Angie.

“Hello beautiful daughter. Are u going to say good morning?”

“Morning.” The urge to utter wife was stifled.

Tina continued, “I put your shirt in the bathroom to steam the wrinkles out.”

“Ohhh in the shower?! ohhuhhthanks?” Angie ran her hand up the back of her head just as her mother often did when she was uncomfortable.

With Tina’s attention diverted to Angie, Bette looked at Alice and Shane, starting a silent conversation with Alice:

Did you forget the fucking booze?

I was never supposed to get the booze.

Yes. That was your job.

No, I was never…Alice then pointed at Shane, you own a bar!

Shane just held her hands up like she knew nothing about it.

When they saw the bounce of green turn their way, Alice shoved the tray to Angie.

“Angie, can you take this inside? Please? Go check on your wedding fit with Tina. Great, thanks.”

Angie hesitated on the steps. “I’m not going in the bathroom.” Tina was already in the suite so she didn’t hear her, but Bette tilted her head and turned towards Alice once Angie was inside.