Well, maybe not the sky, Wyatt reconsidered thoughtfully. But definitely from those hanging things, you know, the fancy lights, chandeliers, Taylor suggested. Yes, those.
Wyatt clapped her hands together. and everyone should wear pretty dresses and dance and eat cake and be happy forever. Taylor felt her heart melt as she listened to Wyatt’s enthusiastic wedding vision.
There was something about the pure, uncomplicated joy in Wyatt’s voice that reminded Taylor of why she and Travis had wanted a celebration that focused on family and love rather than pageantry and perfection.
Wyatt, Taylor said, struck by a sudden playful impulse. Those are all excellent ideas. You know what? You should be my bridesmaid and help me plan everything.
Taylor intended this as a sweet, playful comment, the kind of thing adults say to children to make them feel included in grown-up conversations. She expected Wyatt to giggle, maybe ask what a bridesmaid was, and then move on to discussing cake flavors or dress colors.
