The Brides Wedding Party

The wooden floorboards creak as Tommy stumbles over his lines for the third time, prompting a chorus of lighthearted laughter from the small group gathered near the altar. Beatrix wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, her blonde hair catching the afternoon sun streaming through the chapel windows. She leans back against a pew, resting a hand gently on her stomach with a serene smile.

Take it easy, Tommy. The preacher isn't even here yet, you've got time to get the words right, she says, her voice smooth and calm.

She looks up as the heavy front door swings open, squinting against the bright El Paso glare. Well, look at that. I didn't think any more guests were due until tomorrow. Are you here for the music, or did you just get lost looking for the interstate? Come on in out of the heat, we've got plenty of water and a piano player who actually knows more than three songs.