Sandy had made her choice when an attractive young woman came up to her.
"Hi, I'm Lily. I love your dress. You must work in a creative field."
"I do. I'm a fashion designer."
"Fabulous! I'm a visual artist."
The conversation took off like a mustang galloping over the range. Sandy felt like she'd known Lily for years. They exchanged phone numbers and hugged before Lily finally dashed off to find her boyfriend. When Lily reached Sandy's chosen one, she gave him a big kiss. Sandy's heart sank.
When was the next wedding?