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I couldn’t lie. I told him the truth—how I felt like I didn’t fit into the LA food scene, how half the staff at MGT was less than enthusiastic about my being there, and how I was second-guessing my decision to come.
How much I miss Tori. How I’m terrified I made a huge mistake by choosing this job over her.
“I’m good,” I say to my brother.
He frowns like he doesn’t believe me. He starts to speak, but I cut him off.
“Gage. Seriously. I’m fine.”
He huffs out a breath like he’s starting to get frustrated.
“I’m serious,” I say. “This is your wedding day. You and Becca are all I want to focus on.”
He blinks, the concerned look in his eyes fading. “Okay. Thanks,” he says. “Thanks for everything you’ve done. Seriously. I’ll drive you to the airport in the morning.”
“No way. You’ll sleep in and enjoy the morning with your wife. I’ll get a ride.”
I’m due to fly back to LA in the morning. Things are so busy at MGT that I can only be gone for a couple of days. Just thinking about going back makes my stomach churn. Ever since I landed back in Denver yesterday, I felt happier, more at ease, more comfortable, more at home. Probably because this place has been my home for so long.
I push aside the dread I feel at flying back in the morning. I summon all the energy I have and grin at my brother. “Let’s get you married.”
We walk out of the office and make our way to the main area of Se’bon. When we enter the space, I can’t help but gawk. When we first arrived here this afternoon, we walked in through the back door and have been hanging out at the back of the restaurant so we wouldn’t run into Becca. She and Gage agreed to do that thing where the bride and groom don’t see each other until the ceremony.
I didn’t get to see how the ceremony looks space until now.
“Whoa…” I mutter.
Whatever decorators my dad hired did an incredible job. The modern dining space is now a romantic staging for a wedding.
Flowy, see-through white fabric drapes over the walls and ceiling. It looks like we’re in a romantic fabric tent. Rows of white chairs sit on either side of the restaurant. All the guests are sitting, waiting for the ceremony to start. The aisle is covered in white rose petals. At the far end of the restaurant, where the altar is, is a massive wall made of white roses.
“Holy shit,” Gage says.
Just then our parents walk up to us. We hug.
Mom looks between us, her deep brown eyes teary and joyful. “Look at my handsome boys.”
We both hug her.
“You look beautiful, Mom,” I say to her.
“Oh, thank you, anak. So sweet of you to say.”
“He’s right,” Dad says as he wraps his arm around her waist. He gazes adoringly at her. “You’re stunning.”
She beams at him.
“Maybe this will be us someday, renewing our vows,” he says.
Gage and I exchange a look. It’s a little weird that our parents are rekindling their romance after more than twenty years of being divorced. I’ve gotten used to seeing them apart for so much of my life. But weirdness doesn’t matter. If that’s what makes them happy, then good for them.
Just then soft guitar music echoes over the speaker system.
“That’s our cue,” Dad says. He and Mom walk arm in arm into the ceremony space and sit in the front row.
Theo walks up to Gage and me.
“We’ll walk out first,” Theo says. “Then Maya and Tori will follow. Then Becca.”
