She shoved the pizza onto a shelf and closed the fridge to find Will standing there, hands on his hips.
“Piñata?” Amy wasn’t sure why she’d asked him that since she knew what he was referring to. “Oh. Well, I guess whenever is convenient for you. I just have to get a fewsupplies. Do you get a newspaper?”
Will tilted his head. “A newspaper?”
“Yeah, we need newspaper to make the piñata. So if you have any, don’t throw them away.”
He looked a little skeptical but nodded. “How does Saturday afternoon sound?”
“Maybe Sunday would be better. I think we should do it here so we can do it outside. However, the wedding is here on Saturday so weprobably shouldn’tbe out in the yard getting all yucky when guests are wandering around.”
“That’s true,” Will agreed. “Sunday it is. So between now and then I will save up any papers I can get my hands on.”
“And you might want to bring a change of clothes if you’re coming over here right after church,” Amy said. “For you and Isabella.”
“Sounds like it’s going to be quite an adventure.”
“Oh, it will be. One you’ll likely never forget.” Amy grinned. “Or want to repeat.”
She tried to ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach at the prospect of spending time with him. Still uncertain about how to handle it, Amy had tried to pray about things. But even then, she wasn’t sure what to pray for. In the end what had worked best had beenWhatever Your will is, God, but there was a large part of her that didn’t want His will to be her loving Will. Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was naïve, but like she’d told Sammi, she wanted to be loved with someone’s whole heart. She didn’t want to have to share. Delia would always be Will’s first love, and Amy wasn’t sure she could ever accept that he could love her as much.
“Well, I’d better get to the chapel to help with the decorating,” Amy said, trying, as she did each day, to act normally around Will.
“I’ll come with you,” Will said as he followed her from the kitchen out the door to the back porch. “You never knowwhen you might need a guy to climb a ladder.”
“I have a feeling that’s where you’ll find your daughter anyway,” Amy told him. “I think she and Julia went with Laurel and Violet when the guys left with the rest of the kids.”
She noticed that Will shortened his strides a bit for her as they crossed the yard to the chapel. He was a few inches taller than her five foot seven height. She guessed he was right at six feet and given his long stride, his extra inches were all leg. Up until she’d turned eighteen, she’d favored her dad’s build as well as height. She was taller than both her mother and Bethany, but somehow along the time with becoming an adult, her more angular body had begun to soften into curves she hadn’t anticipated.
Will opened the door of the chapel once they reached the wide porch. He held it for her as she stepped into the foyer area. The lights were all on, and voices drifted from the sanctuary.
“How exactly did she want these set up?” Violet asked as Amy walked into the area where they were working. She glanced over and smiled. “Hey, you two. Welcome to confusion central.”
“What are you wondering about, Violet?” Amy asked, looking at the greenery she held.
“How did she want this and those candles set up?”
Amy moved to look into the boxes sitting on the front pews. “The bride put a photo album in here that had pictures of how everything was to be arranged. She showed it to me this afternoon.”
Violet set down the greenery and began to look in the boxes as well. “Aha! Here we go.”
Things progressed much more smoothly once they had the pictures to work from. The little girls were put to work placing candles into glass jars which Amy then put on the wide window sills along with some greenery. Violet had Willup on a ladder replacing a few of the white lights that had burnt out.
Amy neared where Will was working just as he climbed off the ladder.
“So Amy, do you sing?” he asked.
“Well sure. Don’t you?” She smiled at him before turning to put the next display together.
“Funny. Not exactly what I meant. I just wondered if you have a talent for singing like your brother.”
“Certainly not to his level, but yes, I do sing. I’m on the worship team at church and also sing special numbers when asked.”
“You never wanted to do it professionally?”
Amy shook her head. “Nope. I enjoy music very much, but have never wanted to do it the way Josh and Cami do. I had other ideas for my future.”
“So you’ve always wanted to be a teacher?” Will moved the ladder to the next section of lights, but didn’t climb it right away.
