At the breakfast table Monday morning, Janelle couldn't stop smiling. A bowl of cold cereal never tasted so good. She had a pad and pen beside her and had made some notes. Really, she'd written down everything that needed to be done.

"What do you think, honey? Should I talk to Susan about using the diner, or should I get the invitations? Maybe I should get the dress, since it may have to be altered. Oh, wait. Who is going to be your best man? And I need someone too."

"I think ...