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“Yeah,” he said. “A big story. What if I screw it up?”
“You won’t. I know you won’t.”
He ran a hand through his hair, hesitation clear in his expression.
“Please?” I said. “It would mean a lot to me.”
He sighed. “Okay.” He glanced down at his jeans and t-shirt. “Let me change. I’ll be out in five minutes.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tyler
This was possibly the biggest mistake I’d ever made.
I’d changed into a pair of dark gray dress pants, a black button-down, and a skinny gray tie imagining that at a wedding, I would need to look both professional and like I could blend into the background since I wasn’t actually supposed to be seen.
But I had no actual idea what wedding videographers were supposed to wear.
I didn’t know anything.
At least I had the right equipment. I’d never been so grateful for Isaac’s foresight in loading me up with everything I could possibly need. I just needed to treat the wedding like a field shoot. Mic the people who would be speaking, capture as many angles as possible, takes tons of B-roll, the filler footage that helped transitions feel smoother, and... well, say a prayer I wouldn’t ruin these people’s monumental day. That was hardly a task list to qualify me, but apparently, all I needed to qualify for today was a lack of kidney stones.
Perry helped me haul my gear to the top of the farmhouse steps. The ceremony would take place down at the pavilion in a couple of hours, but the wedding party was still inside the farmhouse getting ready, so I’d decided to start by shooting a little inside.
Olivia had said I was telling a story. And a wedding day story started long before you first walked down the aisle.
“Thanks for doing this,” Olivia said. “Truly. You’re saving me today.”
What I wanted to do was haul her to the goat barn where we could have a real conversation about why we weren’t together. But I’d settle for saving a wedding.
“So Short Ethan is upstairs getting ready, but Tall Ethan is in my office waiting to—”
“Hold up,” I said. “Tall Ethan? Short Ethan?”
“Oh. Right. Two grooms. Both named Ethan. Tall Ethan is Ethan Vestry. Short Ethan is Ethan Bradshaw.”
“They have the same first name and they’re getting married? That...sounds complicated.”
A small smile ticked up her lips. “Especially since Short Ethan is taking Tall Ethan’s last name.”
“Wow. How are they going to know who the mail is for?” I asked, enjoying even the tiniest distraction from the tension simmering between us.
She nodded. “Good question. Or test results from doctor’s offices.”
“Or job offers.”
“Or speeding tickets.”
“Or jury duty summons.”
Olivia chuckled, her smile bringing a light into her eyes I’d missed. “Let’s hope their middle initials aren’t the same.”
“They’re doomed if they are.” I held her gaze for an extra moment. “Liv, I wouldn’t have just left,” I said suddenly. It wasn’t what I really wanted to say. But for now, here, with the wedding looming, it was the most I could manage. “I would have found you to say goodbye.”
Perry, who had disappeared inside moments before, stuck his head out the front door. “Are we ready? Tall Ethan is waiting in your office, Liv.” He looked at me. “He’s hoping to talk to you before you start shooting.”
“Okay, let’s do it,” I said.
