i'm isabelle wallace, and my handsome new son scarcely did you justice, girl.
now, my husband says to scoot you over to the ballpark, so you can hang with michael. but first, you have to meet a lot of really old women.
that is, if you've absorbed enough profanity.
jules. we're so glad you slept in.
now, you have a choice. the idea is bride and groom shouldn't see each other on the magic day.
so michael stays put in the garden. kimmy stays in here.
 and the guests go back and forth. where will you start?
nerves. i would never have guessed.