Ben nodded from beside his bride.
“And the waiter moved a chair before I even had to ask.”
A young server standing near the kitchen doors looked startled to be mentioned.
Mia smiled at him.
“And the DJ lowered the microphone.”
The DJ stared down suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“And all those people made room for me when Claire threw the flowers.”
She took a breath.
“So maybe lots of people don’t think I’m broken.”
Someone near the dance floor stood.
Then another person.
Donna looked around.
“Sit down,” she muttered.
Nobody listened.
Mia’s voice grew steadier.
“You said no man will ever marry me because I can’t walk down an aisle.”
Another pause.
“Maybe I’ll roll down it.”
The ballroom erupted.
People laughed.
People clapped.
Someone shouted, “That’s right!”
Another voice called, “You tell her, Mia!”
I laughed through my tears.
