Save the Date

Prologue

The wedding planner’s head shot up, eyes widening as she clutched her earpiece.

She nodded crisply. “Roger that.” She caught the violinist’s eye and nodded again.

A moment later, the musicians seamlessly transitioned to Pachelbel’s Canon, their bows seeming to sigh with relief as they slid across the strings.

The guests swiveled and looked around, some faces clearly relieved, others visibly disappointed that the drama was ending.

Or was it?

The couple appeared at the top of the aisle, standing hand in hand as they surveyed their guests with warm smiles. But something was wrong, and the guests squinted for a better look. “Wait,” a woman whispered to her friend. “She’s not…”

“Nope,” her friend confirmed. “Definitely not. What the hell is…”

She trailed off as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved, please rise.”