Jennifer

"Hey, Mrs. Wilde!" Jennifer called.

You wave the young lady over. "You should call me Amanda, after all, you're Willow's best friend, and practically family."

Jennifer smiles. "Amanda," she says.

"Practically family," you say, then lean close to her ear and whisper, "Especially since my husband really very much wants to have sex with you again."

"Oh!" Jennifer says. She colors a little, then smiles. "I had a good time."

"So did I," you say with a laugh. "Zach would love to catch up with you soon. Be my guest, anytime."

"I...will," Jennifer says brightly. "Thank you." She nods. "Oh, did you...?" She leans close to your ear. "...did you want to watch, again?"

It's your turn to blush a little. You nod. "That would be lovely," you say.

There's a bit of bustling about to the side. The florist is packing up and getting ready to leave.

"Oh, Jennifer," you say. "Do you know Akira Nardi, here? He's part of the family business that did the flowers."

"They're beautiful!" Jennifer says. "Just the thing for Willow and Alex's wedding.

Akira bows. "Thank you very much, Miss," he says. His forehead is still damp with sweat, but the compact, muscular young man seems much more relaxed and smiling now that everything's arranged.

"I'll see you when the ceremony gets going, Jennifer," you say. "Zach's not here yet, but he should be arriving any time. But my only part of the wedding is to look decorative. And cry a little, maybe. So I have a little time now. And then we'll see you around after, sometime soon."

"It's a date," Jennifer says.

"Akira, dear, may I call you that?" you say. "If you're all done, may I walk you to your van? If you're not in a hurry after this job, maybe I can get a nice moist towel for you, it's so warm today already."