“I want another angle.”
“For the ceremony?”
“For my brother.”
Silence.
Then Lena asked gently, “What exactly do you want photographed?”
“Everything.”
And I meant it.
I wanted Nathan waiting behind the church doors.
Nathan straightening his jacket.
Nathan holding out his arm for me.
Nathan counting under his breath if he needed to count.
His hands.
His expression.
Every nervous glance.
Every careful step.
The moment he handed me to Daniel.
The moment he hugged me.
The moment he sat beside Mom.
All of it.
One photographer would continue covering the ceremony normally.
The other would focus heavily on Nathan.
Then I made one more request.
“I want a separate album.”
Lena was quiet again.
Finally, she said, “So the walk itself is part of the story you want preserved.”
“No,” I said.
“It is the story.”
The extra coverage wasn’t cheap.
I had to take money from another part of the wedding budget.
