The taxi rolled to a stop in front of a grand building, it is glowing under strings of fairy lights that twinkled against the evening sky. I glanced at my phone, pulling up the picture Aeri had sent of the wedding venue—a sprawling hall with tall columns and arched windows. I looked up, and there it was, exactly as pictured, all lit up like something out of a movie.
"Yup, this is it," I muttered, double-checking the address before tapping through the payment on my phone. The driver gave a quick nod as I opened the door with a soft *clack* and stepped out onto the curb.
The place was alive. People were walking toward the entrance—guys in sharp suits, women in glittery dresses that caught the light with every step. The women especially stood out, their heels clicking on the pavement, jewelry sparkling
"Damn, this place is all shiny," I thought, adjusting my grey shirt and smoothing a hand over my jeans. The white shoes Sara had insisted, they fit the vibe of the crowd.
