Happy Hanella Sunday everyone
Time seemed to be moving unbearably slow for Stella. Alone in the guest house, ready and waiting, she paced in front of the bed, unconsciously smoothing down the front of her dress every so often. She didn’t know what was taking so long. She could tell by the shadows in the room and the way the light hit the windows at the back of the main house that the sun had begun to set and that meant that Fish should have been here by now to collect her.
Finally, there was a series of fast raps at the door and she hurried to open it. Fish stood grinning in a white polo shirt and khaki pants, holding a small Tiffany gift bag up near his face with his other hand behind his back.
“For the bride,” Fish said, presenting the Tiffany bag to Stella. “As per instructions from the groom, read the card first.”
Stella slipped a card out from inside the bag and opened it up. The card itself was plain white with her name written in gold calligraphy across the front. Hank’s clipped and crisp handwriting was on the inside.