arrived in a panic. A burst pipe had destroyed the restaurant booked for her reception, and every nearby venue was unavailable.
Then she opened her wedding binder to a photo of my lake house.
“We’ll have it there.”
I refused at first, but she begged, reminding us that guests were already traveling. Eventually, I agreed.
But I made the rules clear.
“No cutting flowers. No heavy furniture on the soft lawn. Nothing inside gets damaged or moved. And every piece of trash leaves with you.”
“Of course,” she said.
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