Brent

"What are you going to do?" Uma asks, looking at herself in the mirror. She wears a long, lavender wedding dress.

I scratch my head.

She chose the same color for our wedding ceremony.

We're in a church basement, and the wedding is hours away.

Vanessa is sitting with the guests in the church.

It's been four weeks since I had lunch with Suzy-May. The only thing that's changed is that Suzy-May and I don't talk. Except for the polite greetings ...