ceremony | part 1

                                    

                                          
Jamie Shore has never been more stressed in her life.

                          
            She was ecstatic to be Lynn's maid of honor, even though it came to no surprise, but she didn't realize how much work it all involved. She had to plan the wedding shower, and the bachelorette party. She had to make sure all the bridesmaids have the correct bouquet and get their hair and makeup done on time, address all the invitations, weigh in on the cake, assemble the play list for the reception, make sure the food and other necessities are on time and up to snuff. But most importantly, she had to be the bride's right-hand woman and be there when she needed her most.
                          
            But she didn't complain once because she was extremely honored to have that position and even more exited about the wedding. Probably more so then Lynn herself.
                          
            Now it was finally the day of and Jamie has been running around, getting things in position before the big event. Only three hours before the ceremony, which meant the guests would be there not that long later, and she wasn't even close to getting things just right.
                          
            "What do you mean the cake is going to be late?" she shouted into her cell. "I thought I made it clear that it needed to be here at one!?"
                          
            Jace walked up to Jamie then, waiting patently for her to get off the phone. She might be excited for this event, but Jace for one can't wait until the reception. His wife has been working her ass off for this wedding and he was generally concerned for her blood pressure at that point.
                          
            "Four!?" Jamie shrieked, eyes wide with rage. "No, no, no, no. I can't wait until four. That's cutting it short and I can't afford for any errors!"
                          
            Stepping up behind her, Jace reached out and grabbed her shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into her back to ease the tight muscles there. As he kneaded, he looked at the wooden walls of the cabin beside him.
                          
Picture frames littered the hallway with images of smiling faces and happy memories. However, non of the faces or memories were familiar to Jace since his parents never took the time to actually fill them up with their own pictures and instead kept the placement images inside. He made a mental note to ask Lynn to take some pictures of him, Jamie, and Jemma to fill them with.
                          
Jamie continued to argue on the phone as Jace's fingers dug into her back, seemingly not getting what she wanted. She eventually hung up in a huff.
                          
            "No luck on the cake?" he asked her.
                          
            Jamie rolled her head back against his chest and closed her eyes, trying her hardest to relax into his touch. "The cake will be here at four. I just hope nothing is wrong with it because I'm not going to be able to send it back."
                          
            "I'm sure it will be fine."
                          
            Suddenly, Jamie stands up straight and looks around. "Where's Jemma!?"
                          
            Jace grabbed her shoulders again and spun her around, looking her in the eyes. Her red hair was pulled up into fancy twists. The light peach dress she was wearing fell to the ground at her heeled feet and pulled it tight around her torso with a wrapped sweetheart neckline. Jace thought she was beautiful, and he told her every chance he got.
                          
            "She's with Anders," he assured his wife with a smile. "I think you need to take a break and relax. You've done all you can, I'm sure someone else can take it from here."
                          
            Jamie's shoulders slumped and she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, her phone started ringing again. Before Jace could snatch it from her hand, she moved out of reach and took the call.