I hadn’t given up on the idea of happily-ever-after, though that possibility dimmed daily. I was simply too busy to worry about it, despite having my heart broken by someone I’d thought was the one, on some level. Maybe my mother had been right: I was too quick to fall in love with happily-ever-after, rather than see the realities of things.
* * * *
“Paulie, I need you,” Viola yelled from the stage at the five-star hotel where the wedding we’d planned would be taking place in two hours.
“Yes, your royal pain in the ass,” I replied once I made my way to where she stood.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a good thing I adore you like a brother. Otherwise, you’d be fired.”
“Ha,” I retorted. “No one else will put up with you, so you don’t scare me.”
Today’s event was a gay wedding, and we’d had many of those since same-sex marriage had been legalized.