“Just pretend I’m not even here.” I said. Words that I often say when I shoot the bride and groom. But this time, Diane turns to look at me, “Pretend you aren’t here?” “Yeah just enjoy each other and forget about me.” I say off-handedly. So turning to Michael, she says tentatively “will you sing?” He takes his new bride in his arms, under a blue sky and swaying palms, high school sweet hearts parted once but now found for eternity, they dance, and he sings to her.
