Someday: 3 (Sunrise) by Karen Kingsbury

We’ve done this enough times. We’ll be fine.”
    Katy pressed her face deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes. She wasn’t worried about Dayne’s feelings for Randi. They’d talked the situation through a number of times. Dayne wasn’t interested—no matter what the tabloids said. But Randi was smooth. And she’d told Katy that she was interested in Dayne. Or maybe she was interested in the peace he’d found because of his faith. Whatever it was, Randi wouldn’t miss an opportunity. Not with the two of them together in Mexico.
    The place where not six months ago Dayne and Katy had experienced a wedding that was perfect. Hidden from the press and with only family and friends around, they’d had a few days singled out from the others. A time Katy would never forget.
    She breathed in deep, and gradually she was there again. Standing in the bride’s room at the beach resort, surrounded by her beautiful bridesmaids—Ashley, her matron of honor, Brooke, Kari, Erin, Reagan, and Rhonda. Katy could hear the excitement in their voices, see their stunning ankle-length dresses made of the palest pink satin and their elegant updos, compliments of a stylist brought in by the wedding coordinator.
    Throughout the preparations, Katy remembered thinking how dreamlike every detail seemed. The love surrounding her, the beauty of her new family, even the fact that her parents had been well enough to come and add to the boundless joy of the event.
    She could see again the way her bridesmaids gathered near the door, peeking through the crack and waiting for the signal. Their bouquets had been flown in, each of them a cascade of pink baby roses except for Katy’s. Hers held white roses with several trails of baby’s breath and baby white roses.
    The guys looked beyond sharp in their black tuxes, white shirts, and pale pink vests and bow ties. Dayne wore tails, his vest and bow tie a crisp white against the black. But if she lived a hundred years, when she looked back on their wedding day, she wouldn’t see his clothes. She’d see his eyes. The way he’d watched her as she came down the aisle at sunrise.
    Katy pulled the covers up close to her chin and felt herself relax, felt sleep coming over her the way it did when she turned her anxious late-night thoughts away and focused on their happy times instead of the uncertainty ahead.
    The wedding photos were breathtaking because they reminded her of the family she’d married into and how, if she and Dayne could only break free from Hollywood, maybe they would raise that same sort of family. In Katy’s favorite group picture, the one with the entire wedding party, she and Dayne were at the center, with Ashley and Luke on either side. Luke had been Dayne’s best man. Ever since Luke took over as Dayne’s attorney, the two talked often. The others—Peter, Landon, Ryan, and Sam—were clearly proud to stand up for Dayne too.
    Before the ceremony, John Baxter had pulled Katy aside. “We are the most blessed of all. Our family hasn’t only gained a son in recent years. We’ve gained a daughter.”
    The images from her wedding stayed, but the sounds around her—the breeze from the lake, Dayne’s movie conversation in the other room—faded. She wasn’t lying in bed waiting for her husband, lost in a magical moment from their past. She was actually taking her first steps from the bride’s room and Ashley was saying, “Okay, let’s make this happen.”
    She was walking into the lobby, her white gown swishing along behind her, and she was whispering in her father’s ear, “Remember, Daddy, all those times you told me I could be anything I wanted, have anything I wanted?”
    Her dad was blinking back his tears. “Yes, baby. . . . I meant every word.”
    All the Baxter cousins were squealing and bouncing about in the lobby near the final door that separated them from the outdoor wedding. Then the wedding coordinator was opening the doors, and the sound of violins was