She pushed him out of his comfort zone.
He seemed to soften her rough edges.
At least, that was how I saw it.
A week before their wedding, Vanessa called me.
I was sitting at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee when her name appeared on my phone.
“Joan, could you please not wear blue to the wedding?”
I was confused.
I’d already bought a navy dress.
It had taken me weeks to find one I liked.
It was simple, elegant, and comfortable enough to survive a long wedding day.
“Why? Is something wrong with it?”
“No, no. It’s beautiful. Blue is just part of the wedding palette, and I don’t want it to look strange in the photos.”
The request seemed odd, but I reminded myself that weddings made people particular about things they normally would not care about.
I didn’t want to make a big deal out of a dress, so I bought another one.
