Page 53 of Losing the Moon
Reva leaned in. “And get this—since Jason’s a mystery lover, they’re seriously considering turning the rehearsal dinner into a full-blown Agatha Christie-style murder mystery dinner. With actors. Costumes. Clues hidden under the dinner plates.”
Lila pinched the bridge of her nose. “So instead of a quiet celebration, it’s going to be an elaborate whodunit with a bunch of guests trying to figure out who ‘poisoned’ the groom?”
Charlie Grace sighed. “At this point, I half expect Jason’s fiancée to call the whole thing off and elope in the mountains just to get away from it.”
“Oh, it gets better,” Reva added, crossing her arms. “Oma wants the flower girls to release actual doves at the end of the ceremony. She says it’ll be symbolic of her boy’s love taking flight.”
Charlie Grace slipped off her boots and tucked her feet beneath her. “Then you have the Knit Wits, who’ve taken it upon themselves to handcraft individual quilted seat covers for every guest, in case the chairs at the reception aren’t comfortable enough.”
Capri’s mouth fell open. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
Reva sighed. “Oh, I wish. But no, they’re stitching away like it’s the Olympics of needlework. Each one has Jason and his fiancée’s initials and a personalized quote about love.”
Charlie Grace swirled the deep red liquid in her glass, not bothering to mask her amusement. “I hear Gibbs’ says, ‘True love waits…but he never could.’”
Capri laughed. “Okay, that’s kind of perfect. Especially given his track record with women.”
Reva tilted her head and groaned. “I’m starting to think the biggest challenge of this wedding won’t be saying ‘I do’—it’ll be surviving the planning process.”
Capri dabbed a napkin at the corner of her mouth. “Well, one thing’s for sure…their wedding is going to be unforgettable.”
She hesitated for half a beat, then drew in a breath, her fingers smoothing the napkin against the table. “Speaking of weddings…I guess it’s time I told you all—I’m getting married.”
The words landed like a stone in a still pond, sending ripples of stunned silence across the table.
Charlie Grace blinked. “Wait. What?”
Reva sat up straighter. “Capri Jacobs, did you just drop that like it was nothing?”
Lila’s eyes widened. “To Jake?”
Capri let out a slow breath, a small, private smile tugging at her lips. “Yes. To Jake.” She met their gazes, bracing for the inevitable onslaught of reactions. “It just feels right. So…we’re doing it.”
The stunned silence held for a fraction longer before all three women erupted at once—talking over each other, demanding details, peppering her with questions.
Capri leaned back, letting them have their moment. She had always been the restless one, the wild heart who chased adventure and outran anything that felt too permanent. Commitment had never been her language, and love—the real kind, the kind that stayed—had always felt like something meant for other people.
But this? This was different. Her decision to marry Jake was the one choice she was certain of.
Capri let the moment settle over her. The love, the friendship, the unwavering sense of home.
Her gaze drifted upward to the moon spilling its soft light over the world. It had always been there, watching, waiting. And for the first time, she wasn’t running, wasn’t hiding in the shadows.
She was learning to stand in its glow.
