Gemotions

The cater waiter nearly dropped the tray when he passed her. He, the ex-boyfriend, was seated at a table near the bar, looking as if he wished the floor would swallow him whole. She accepted a glass of wine with an extra flourish, her fingers curling around the stem with effortless grace.

During the bouquet toss, she deliberately positioned herself right at the front, next to the screaming bridesmaids. When the flowers sailed through the air, she was the first to snag them, laughing as she did. She’d always been good at catching things.