First go read the beginning here.
Her brother's wedding. I wish I could say this was long coming. I wish I could say we were all happy about this. But Brian is twenty years old, and it all just feels wrong. I really thought the days of shotgun weddings were past, but when Lisa's parents--her dad really--found out she was pregnant, Brian was on the hook.
And he should be, I guess, but marriage? At twenty? They're still babies themselves.
The whole situation casts a pall over what really should be a very beautiful occasion. Not a very auspicious start.
And to top it off, the groom's sister needs to get her ass in gear if she doesn't want to be late. Gently now..."Jen? I'm gonna start the c--"
I'd have stopped short anyway. As she comes down stairs, I see she's wearing the emerald green dress that sets off her eyes so well. Quickly I calculate the time in my head...undressed...back upstairs...damn. No. No way. She laughs.
"No!" she smacks me on the shoulder, "We do NOT have time for that. You're so obvious."
"I'm consistent," I admit, and give her a quick kiss before we head out the door.