Lawrence {flashback}
Beth and Terrence had their wedding in their backyard. It made sense since they had the room for it—it was a small wedding, mainly made up of Beth's family and friends...actually it was only her family and friends. Bright paper lanterns occupied the underlayers of tree canopies, the aisle in which Beth walked down between the two clusters of chairs, and each individual table that was set up. Once evening arrived the lights burned golden. The white lilies glowed. It was hard imagining anything going as wrong as it would when looking back at how perfect—or, at least, nonconfrontational—the day had been.
The ceremony was smooth but emotional. Blythe cried the whole time, attempting to conceal it as she stood in front of everyone but to no avail. Thank God this mascara
