I posted last week about Shelby, the perennial bridesmaid with commitment issues, who encounters gunfire at the latest wedding she's part of.
Her best friend Alexa is as devoted to marriage as Shelby is leery of it. Still, Shelby's agreed to be part of Alexa's latest wedding. . .
In the end, I gave up trying to make Alexa see the multiple incredible benefits to staying single. I’ll probably be her bridesmaid when we're bunkmates in the nursing home, although by then I’ll be adjusting the tapes of her adult diaper, rather than the tiers of her lace-edged wedding veil.
I agreed to be her maid of honor—just this one last time.
Of course, I didn’t realize when I made the promise this would be Alexa’s final chance to stand at the altar.
Reverend Deering asked Alexa to repeat after him the vows she most likely had memorized many ceremonies ago. I had heard them often enough that I could have stepped in to recite the words if either of them were prevented from completing their duties.