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“I didn’t see a ring on Miriam’s finger. Where is Romy now? Did they get married?”
Claudette turns away to pour the hot water into the teapot with the licorice root.
“No. They didn’t. Five days before the wedding, they both realized that sex couldn’t be the basis of a relationship, and that they didn’t have much in common. So they parted as friends. I think they occasionally still hook up.”
“Oh.” That concept is so foreign to me, but I guess if the sex is good and you get on, why not?
I couldn’t imagine still being friends with my exes. But then again, if Miriam had been cheated on, I doubt she’d still be friends with Romy. While Miriam has an easy-going, jovial nature, I get the impression she can hold a grudge.
“So you became an officiant for her, but is your license valid in Alaska?”
Claudette’s eyes glimmer with mirth as she gets two cups out from the overhead cupboard.
“You know I don’t believe in coincidences, right?”
I nod, not sure where she’s going with this.
“Romy lived north of Fairbanks and wanted to get married on her family’s homestead. So my license to officiate marriages is for Alaska.” Claudette’s smile is bright and big.
The ‘Twilight´ theme is playing in my head, and I blink a few times, trying to comprehend what my psychic friend is telling me.
“So you can marry us anytime?”
“Yes, as long as you have a marriage license. You’ll need to get it today or tomorrow before their office closes for Christmas. Otherwise it won’t be legal and that’s the whole point, isn’t it?”
Oh, I hadn’t thought of that yet.
“Yeah, Tiero wouldn’t be happy otherwise,” I reply.
Claudette pours us both a cup of tea and then pulls out her phone.
“I’ll look up where you have to go to get the license. You have to appear in person. Good thing, your new identification arrived last week.”
“I’d say!”
“Well, while we wait for your ex-Mafia Don fiancé to return, let’s make that cake and gingerbread. Then the two of you should head out to the Borough Clerk’s Office and take care of the formalities.”
We both take a sip of the licorice tea and sigh in unison.
“See, your wedding is already coming together. It’s meant to be,” Claudette muses.
“Well, it’s the most essential item ticked off the list, but there are still plenty of others to sort out. I need to make a list. God, I wish Rhia was here. She’d be in her element. She’d know exactly how to pull this off.”
Rhia.
She won’t be here for my wedding.
That realization douses my enthusiasm. How could I possibly get married without my bestie by my side?
Whenever I dreamed of my big day, she was always an integral part. She might not have wanted to get married herself, but she had big plans for me.
Especially in the aftermath of my parents’ death, during a period when everything with Marco was flourishing, and a proposal from him felt like the next logical step, we agreed she would walk me down the aisle.
She’s my closest ally, my cheerleader… my family. She’d be so hurt to miss out.
No, I can’t do it.
My wedding will have to wait. But God knows when I’ll see Rhia again. With us in hiding, it might be never.
