The Winter Wedding

Fiction by Briana Wagner

“I cannot fathom why someone would have a wedding outdoors at the start of December,” Rhonda groaned. Her face was barely visible sandwiched between a generously sized scarf and the fur-lined hood of her coat. Normally she liked to dress up “classy “for these kinds of events, and she was put off both by the chill in the New Jersey air and the feeling sh…