Zeke slowly raised his glass of orange juice up in the air. "A toast," he said. "To celebrate being done with making decisions for the wedding."

"Don't jinx us," Azia said from the other side of the cafeteria table, raising her glass of water to clink against his cup. "Now that you've said that, something is certain to come up at the last minute."

Zeke grinned and shrugged at her. "Even so, we've gotten through the onslaught of meetings, everyone has been hired or ...