Claire smiled. “I hope he wouldn’t be mad.”
“Are you kidding? He would’ve told everyone it looked better on you.”
Then Mom looked at me. “He’d be proud of you, Danny.”
Claire changed into her actual wedding dress before the reception.
When she came out, I finally got the traditional moment I’d imagined.
She wore a simple white dress with a fitted waist and lace along the back.
She looked incredible.
She turned in a little circle. “Better?”
I walked over and kissed her. “Different.”
“Good different?”
“Very good different.”
She smiled.
“So you’re not divorcing me over the suit?”
“We’ve been married for 45 minutes.”
“So that’s a no?”
“Ask me after the cake.”
At the reception, people kept asking about the suit.
Most hadn’t heard what Claire said at the altar.
My mother ended up telling the story at least six times.
Eventually Aaron mentioned it during his speech.
