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I have a dream
A song to sing
To help me cope, with anything
if you see the wonder, of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
Caroline and Cassidy sang softly as they approached the island’s post office box. In their hands were three envelopes with wedding invitations inside. One by one, they put them in.
Stephen Tomlinson was the first envelope to go in.
Followed by Andy Sachs .
And lastly, Thomas Fairchance .
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The hotel was bustling with activity as they prepared for Caroline’s wedding. It had been ten years since Miranda had retired, feeling a sense of accomplishment with how she had left Runway in Nigel’s capable hands. She couldn’t believe one of her girls was getting married already, and the wedding was tomorrow! Preparations were stressful, no doubt, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Plus, she had something to look forward to today: Nigel and Emily were set to arrive. When she helped Caroline with the invites, she was not sure if her friends would be able to come, especially with how busy they were. So, she jumped for joy when both of them had RSVP’d.
While Miranda helped to make final preparations and awaited the arrival of her friends, Caroline and Cassidy were waiting by the dock to greet friends on their own.
“Jessica! Tiffany!” Caroline shouted, and she and Cassidy rushed over to hug the two girls who had just gotten off their boat.
“It’s been too long,” Jessica said.
“Definitely,” Tiffany said, “Now spill, catch us up and when do we get to meet him?”
“Well, we actually do have big news to share,” Cassidy said with a smirk.
“Don’t tell me you’re both pregnant at the same time? That’d be beyond freaky,” Jessica said. Cassidy and Caroline shrieked with laughter.
“Definitely not,” Caroline said.
“Actually, it’s probably worse than that, if you were to ask mom,” Cassidy said.
“Well, don’t leave us hanging! Spill!” Tiffany said. Cassidy and Caroline shared a look.
Caroline spoke up first, “We invited our dad.”
“You guys found out who it is?!” Jessica and Tiffany shouted at the same time.
“Not exactly,” Cassidy explained, “You see-”
“We found mom’s old diary she kept the year she was pregnant with us. There were three names, and well…” Caroline said.
“You didn’t,” Tiffany said, “Tell me you didn’t.”
“We did,” Cassidy said, grabbing the diary from her bag, “Just listen.”
Jessica, Tiffany, and Caroline huddled around the diary as Cassidy began to read, “October 15. Andy’s the one! Andy and I had finished dinner at the Ritz and then took a walk along the river. Once we found ourselves back at the hotel, we kissed and dot dot dot!”
“Dot dot dot?” Jessica asked.
“It’s what they did in the olden days!” Caroline explained. Tiffany and Jessica giggled.
“Wait! There’s more,” Cassidy said, as she read again, “October 29th. Stephen asked me out to dinner and-”
“DOT DOT DOT!” The four women said in unison.
“September 3rd, Thomas stopped by the office. I got out of work early and dot dot dot!” Cassidy exclaimed. The women howled with laughter.
“So, one of those three guys is your dad?” Tiffany asked.
“Yep, and guess what, they all said yes to coming!” Caroline said.
“Wait, do they know about you two?” Jessica asked. The twins shared another look.
“Stop doing that weird twin thing and tell us!” Tiffany said.
“Well,” Cassidy said.
“They think Mom sent them….”
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“Can’t this cab go any faster?” Andy asked. When the cab driver didn’t respond, she cursed herself for not studying an ounce of Greek before she said yes to coming to this wedding. She cursed herself again for saying yes in the first place. What was she thinking, saying yes to seeing Miranda after all these years? Like Miranda would want to see her after what Andy had pulled in Paris…
Andy shook her head at the thought, and focused on trying to make this ferry.
Unfortunately, her luck was already running out and she wasn’t even at her destination yet. She saw the ferry pulling away as her cab was finally pulling up to the dock.
“Stop!” She shouted at the driver, she waved her hands in a poor attempt to communicate what she meant, but there was no need. Thankfully, the driver knew what stop meant. She threw a couple more 20s than what was needed for the fare, grabbed her bags, and rushed to where the ferry had been just a minute prior. However, the ferry showed no signs of slowing down and in fact, the bastards waved as they left Andy behind.
“Damn,” She suddenly heard a voice say. She looked to her right, and there was a silver-haired man standing right next to her, wearing a similar aggravated expression.
“My sentiments exactly,” Andy said.
“You wouldn’t be getting on that ferry for the-”
She didn’t give him a chance to finish, “The wedding?”
“Yes. Bride or groom?” The man asked.
“Bride, but we haven’t met exactly. You?” Andy asked. The man raised an eyebrow and had an expression Andy couldn’t quite decipher.
“Bride,” He said, “Oh, there’s a sign. Perhaps it says when the next ferry is.” Andy nodded and made her way over. Unfortunately, she couldn’t even put context clues together. She cursed herself again. The man must have seen her frustration, so he made his way over.
“Deftéra,” The man said, “Monday.”
“But the wedding’s tomorrow,” Andy said with a sigh.
“Shit,” He said.
“My sentiments exactly,” Andy repeated.
Then, a miracle.
“Are you two headed to Kalokairi?” They heard someone shout. They looked around until they saw a man dressed like he very much spent a lot of time on his boat. His skin was tanned, he had on boat shoes, and a Hawaiian shirt to top it off.
“Yes!” Andy and her new companion said together.
It turned out that Tom, the owner of said boat, was also headed to the wedding. He was also invited on behalf of the bride, although strangely, he had never met her either. Andy also learned that Stephen was the one who ended up in the same bout of misfortune. Thankfully, they had run into Tom.
“How long have you been sailing?” Andy asked.
“Oh, about twenty-three years or so ago. I had been working a corporate job up until then. It was soul-sucking and one day I had had enough. Don’t get me wrong, I was paid well, which is how I was able to quit, buy this boat, and set sail the same day,” Tom explained.
“Admirable, I guess. I’ll admit I enjoy my job in finance. Wall street is home,” Stephen said with a small smile, “What do you do Andy?”
“Editor-in-chief for the Times ,” Andy said. Stephen and Tom whistled. “Wait, are we all from New York?” Andy asked. Stephen and Tom nodded again.
“Funny we never ran into each other,” Tom said with a goofy smile.
“Well, it is a big city,” Stephen said. Andy chuckled.
“Plus, I didn’t always live in the city. Also, neither of you seemed like the type to take the subway. Even twenty years ago,” Andy said.
“You’d be right,” Stephen said.
After about an hour of small talk, they had finally reached the island.