I gave a wry smile and looked down the hall after my sisters. "Yeah, she's a good kid, but not real strong, opinion-wise. She kind of just does what she's told, wants everyone to get along, that sort of thing."
"Yeah. Let's go in and sit down."
My head was on a swivel as we walked, looking for my mom or dad, but Aly just slipped her arm in mine, which calmed me instantly. We made our way to the quadruple doors that lead into the sanctuary, where we were met by a smiling young man in a tux.
"Bride or Groom?"
"Groom."
"This way." We followed him inside, and I watched his eyes flick down to our interlaced arms, but he kept smiling. "So how do you know Gabe?"
"I'm his sister, Ruth, but my friends call me Taylor."
His eyes went wide. "The one from California! The ... um ..."
"The lesbia
