The morning of my wedding, I woke up to rain.

"It's supposed to be sunny," I said, staring out the window at the gray sky.

"Rain on your wedding day is good luck," Bola said, bringing me coffee. "My grandmother always said it means your marriage will last forever."

"Your grandmother also said eating fish makes you smart, and you hate fish."

"Details." She grinned. "How are you feeling, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Rossi?"

I considered the question. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Absolutely. Ready to marry the ...