Chapter 415

• The drive was painfully long, even with the gorgeous LA sunshine beating down on me for the majority of the way. I tried listening to the radio or a podcast but I couldn't concentrate on anything at all. The only thoughts that ran through my mind were the memories of when I first took Amelia for a ride in this car: the day we went to Disneyland. How was that only 6 or so months ago? So fucking much has changed between then and now.
• I arrived about an hour or so before the rehearsal dinner and checked into the room that Sarah and Mitch had booked for Amelia and I. I take our bags in, who knows if she'll end up staying in here with me, it's not likely I have to admit. There's just enough time for me to take a quick shower, change into my suit and head out of my room towards the main reception of the resort and through to the front lawn. There sits a large white tent draped in fairly lights and white roses where faces I recognise from over the years slowly begin to filter through the front entrance. How do I explain why my fiancée isn't with me? Will they ask? I'm really fucking dreading this.
• Walking into the tent is almost like walking into a massive fort you've constructed in your living room as a kid. The ceilings are draped in white linen and it seems both cozy and massive at the same time. There are light brown tables and chairs arranged further down the other side of the tent while a bar is set up towards the front. Sarah and Mitch stand a few feet away from the entrance and greet everyone as they enter.