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“That’s our Matteo.” Beaudry slapped his hand on the shoulder of the man he now stood beside, trying to get Matt to respond. “Always making a splash wherever he goes.” The joke fell flat.

“Some things never change.” Makenna’s cat-like eyes held their flash for a moment more, but it soon disappeared as Kenzie claimed her sister by the hand, and the pair raced inside the house while the rest of the guests prepared to wish the couple a great send-off.

“We’ll find you some dry clothes,” Laurel spoke up, moving to stand beside Matt. He slowly shook his head, like a person waking from a deep sleep.

“No... it’s time I head home. I’m not in the mood for any more partying.” He stomped more water from his soaked pants and boots. At least, he had given the other guests some laughs and stories for the coffee shop on Monday. That thought darkened the evening even more.

And maybe, Monday would come and the world would right itself again... or maybe he’d just pack and move far out of state. Better still, the evening would all have been a dream. That was the thought he would hold in his brain.

All a bad dream in the middle of a romantic wedding.

History repeating itself.

The End