"I'm fine," she replied testily, "I'll just haveto go home and change now."Jenny hesitated, unsure whether to speak. "I have some spare clothes in myl...cker downstairs you could put on for your journey home if you like."Samantha looked at her then looked down at her sodden suit. It might havebeen the height of elegance and style two minutes earlier but it wasn'tnow and the warm coffee was soaking into her skin."It'd be a shame to get the seat of your car wet," said Jenny."You're right" said. He kind of did it to himself." That's not what I meant," I said. "Did you know that my husband was going to be at the wedding?"Neither he nor his wife could look at me. "Yeah, I knew," he said. "Shit, most of the people here, knew. Linda, who do you think paid for all of this crap?" I guess I should tell you that I'm sorry about not telling you, or participating in the lie, but I'd really be lying then because I'm not sorry. Linda for months now all Candace has said over and over again is, "I. Daniel Sczerwinski was a father of two and had been a hard worker all his life. As far as anybody knew he had not done a single unlawful deed in is entire life until a fateful Sunday three years ago. Daniel had been a trucker. He had taken a weekend off to celebrate his cousin's wedding. Knowing he had the Sunday off he had indulged in the Vodka that was offered into the wee hours and when his boss called Sunday at noon and told him he had to take over a trip for a sick co-worker, Daniel was. ”Skylar embraces me, leans me back as far as he can, his strong arms holding me with ease. His mouth seals upon mine, and we kiss. It’s such an intimate kiss that it provokes a variety of gasps and cheers from our guests.“Jenny! That was amazing!” Leslie almost screams as she runs up to me afterward.“It’s Mrs. Mclean now,” I say with a big smirk.Being a bride turns out to be hard work, everyone wanting your attention, pictures, thoughts, and more. At our reception, I end up dancing with person.