Page 46 of First Date: Divorce
Fake.
Pretend.
Cover story.
Kendra’s idea to make it seem there were more guests than this small group had been embraced by all.
Kendra would call out when she shot them from the waist down or the waist up — doubling the “guests” who appeared in the video without increasing the number of attendees.Grif wore one suit jacket to walk her down the aisle, with another waiting for when he played best man.Pauline, now sitting in the audience, would slip on an oversized maid of honor dress over her clothes, both to add another attendee and to give her a different silhouette.With a quick clothes change, Daniel would portray minister and multiple guests.
It would require careful editing by Kendra to avoid slip-ups.
Because only she and Eric wore a complete outfit from head to toe.
Eric.
She hadn’t seen him since the end of their run.
Not because of superstition.
It simply worked out this way.She’d driven here to Far Hills Ranch for the final fitting this morning.
By the time she’d returned to his house in Bardville, he’d been driving south to the Schmidts’ tiny shop in Casper to pick up the rings.Then he came straight to Far Hills Ranch.Pauline drove herself and K.D.here for the final prep.
She knew Eric had succeeded in picking up the rings, because Pauline, as her pretend matron of honor, showed her the groom’s ring she held for the ceremony and gave K.D.the engagement ring to put on.
Mr.Schmidt had been as good as his word.The engagement ring fit perfectly.
It didn’t feel as weird as she’d expected.
Music started.
NotYour Cheating HeartorLove Stinks.
She almost giggled.
She never giggled.
Get a grip, K.D.
Concentrate on what needed to be done.
This music sounded so famil—The Wedding March.Thehonest to goodness, never-thought-for-a-moment-she’d-ever-be-the-bride-it-announcedWedding March.
Grif started forward.If she didn’t move, he’d be way ahead of her, dragging her along by the arm.She took a step.Then another.If she didn’t concentrate, she’d fall on her face.This video would be all outtakes.
“That’s it.One step at a time,” Grif murmured, placing his free hand over hers as it rested on his arm.
One more step.She could do that.
Another.Focus straight ahead.
… To where Eric stood.Looking back at her.
With such a strange expression.Solemn, with something else mixed in.She looked at him as another step brought them closer.
Severalsomething elses mixed into his expression.And she didn’t recognize any of them.
Yet somehow taken together, the look added stability to her knees.
