From Cleaving 8.  Spoilery…

“Who hasn’t made it?” Zach asked.  He could hear the murmur of voices and music in the next room, and excitement spiked through his gut like he was about to go on stage for the first time.  He patted his pockets again to make sure the rings, envelope, and notecard with his vows hadn’t miraculously vanished during the drive.

Barbara looked down at the tablet in her hand.  “Salada plus three,” she answered.  “But they’ve texted to say they’re en route.  The kids slowed them down.”

“Well, that happens.  Chris and his family made it?”

Barbara smiled.  “They’re in the Fern Room with Helen.  She asked that I keep you and your family here and she’ll be joining you in a minute.  Can I get you anything to drink while we wait?  Water?  Glass of wine?”

“Water please,” Margo said, taking Zach’s elbow again.  “I need to be able to say my line nice and clearly.”

Zach squeezed his mom’s hand against his arm.  Wine was tempting, but had a tendency to make him giddy when he was nervous.  “Water for all of us, I think,”

Joe had slipped off to speak with the photographer and returned with Barbara, the waters, and a tray of flowers.

“Boutineers for the gentlemen,” Barbara said, “And this wrist corsage for you, Mrs. Quinto.”

Joe helped Zach pin his in place after fiddling with his own, and then they both helped with Nathan’s.

“Are we all straight?” Joe asked, turning to Margo.

“I wouldn’t be marrying Chris if I were straight,” Zach offered as he lined up for inspection.

“The flowers are straight,” Margo said with a twinkle in her eye.  “I’m not going to speak for the rest.”

“I sort of resent them for it now,” Zach groused, looking down at his
jacket lapel as a small laugh escaped.  Oh god, he was not going to
get nervous giggles.  That didn’t happen to him anymore.  Ever.