At Isle of Palms Exchange Club a napkin snapped off a table and sailed straight into a guest’s bouquet, and three people reached at once to rescue it. May 9 had that light, salty air that makes paper behave like it has its own plan. You could hear the water beyond the...
At Taylor Plantation, Tyler’s nephew had his face pressed to the glass, fogging it up while he tried to see Kelly before the bridal party lined up. The porch fans were clicking softly in the November air. You could hear the low roar of everyone finding their seats in...
At The Vines a flower girl scuffed her shoe against the slate and whispered, “Do we go now?” It was November 29, the light soft the way late fall gets in Lexington, SC. Chairs faced a simple arch, and the breeze kept turning the corner of the program in my hand. Wyatt...
At Saluda River Clubhouse someone near the bar whispered, “Is it really September 17?” like the month had snuck up, while the guitarist finished a slow, bright run and the river air crept in through the patio doors. The breeze in Lexington, SC kept flipping the...
At Corley Mill House on November 5, the aisle runner kept lifting at the corners until a groomsman scooted his shoe onto it and left it there. Late fall light in Lexington, SC made the pond look like glass. Ryan’s shoulders eased when Carissa rounded the corner. Piano...
At Medallion Conference Center, a little boy in tiny suspenders tapped the ceremony mic and looked around like he had discovered a secret. His aunt scooped him up, laughing under her breath. It was July 20, warm and bright outside, cool in the room. People fanned...
