That was when I got an idea.
I found the venue coordinator, Vanessa.
“Can I change something about tonight?”
She looked at her schedule.
“How much?”
I glanced at Patricia.
“Just one thing.”
By the time the reception began, Patricia had recovered completely.
She walked around greeting relatives, fixing flowers, and reminding the photographer that her “good side” was the left one.
Then Vanessa quietly approached me.
“Patricia wants individual portraits in the garden before the family photos.”
Of course she did.
I looked outside.
Then at the clock.
“When do the sprinklers come on?”
Vanessa’s eyebrows rose.
“In about eight minutes.”
I smiled.
“Don’t warn her.”
A few minutes later, Patricia walked into the garden with the photographer.
Through the glass doors, I watched her pose beside the roses.
She adjusted her dress.
Smoothed her hair.
Checked the pictures.
