“Let me escort you to your table, good sir.” A roguish wink and a waggle of eyebrows had me laughing. “I have to sit with the wedding party for dinner, but you’re close by. I’ll totally be able to turn around and talk to you.”
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The next few hours passed in a blur of good food, conversation, and laughter, and a few speeches. Mr. Peters gave a speech that made Lincoln cry and get up and hug his father. Monroe’s was, predictably, full of laughter and charm. The Matron of Honor, whom I learned was James’s sister Michelle, was eloquent and thoughtful, and it was clear she loved her brother very much.