We pull into the hotel shortly before six. I’m slow to step from the vehicle, and I take a moment to stretch my aching muscles. It feels more like I ran a half-marathon than rode in an SUV all day. Hamilton keenly watches my every movement and subsequent expressions.

“I’m okay,” I promise. “Just spent too many hours in the car today.”

“Let’s get checked in so you can relax a bit before the rehearsal dinner.” Hamilton guides me with a firm hand on the small of ...