Seminole-Ritz Hotel, December 1930

"Do you really think I'm doing the right thing?"

Jerry straightened his best friend's bow tie. "Joe, you've asked me that same question three times in the last fifteen minutes!"

Joe shrugged. "I know, but..."
"Relax, okay?"
Joe looked at his friend incredulously. "I'm getting married in an hour and you're telling me to relax?"

"You love her, don't you?"
"Who? Sugar?"
"No, my aunt Guinevere! Of course I mean Sugar! Who else would I be talking about?"
"Well, yeah I love her! I proposed, didn't I?"

"Exactly! So will you stop worrying? Sugar loves you! And you love her so what's the big deal?"
Joe was silent for a moment. "Jerry, what if I'm not good enough for her?"

"Not good enough? That's crazy! You're perfect for her! In fact, you're the luckiest guy I know! At least one of us is getting married."

"What are you talking about? I thought that you and Betty were getting along great!"

"Well, we are." Jerry said. "It's just..."

"What? Come on... out with it!"

"I'm not sure that I love her." Jerry admitted. "I feel terrible about it, because I know she likes me and I like her. A lot. But love? Well, that's complicated."

Joe put his hand on Jerry's shoulder. "Come on, Jer. Don't be so hard on yourself. Believe me, when you're really in love you won't have to ask. You'll know."

Jerry winked at his friend. "That's good advice, you know."

Joe smiled. "Yeah, I guess it is. Thanks, Pal!"
Jerry looked around at their surroundings. "Isn't this incredible? It's like a winter wonderland without the snow."

Joe followed his friend's gaze. He had to admit that the Seminole Ritz lobby was gorgeous. Everywhere he looked, he could see signs of Christmas:

White paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, a ten-foot tall Christmas tree decorated with hundreds of red and green ornaments and tiny flashing lights. And draped over the massive fireplace were strands of silver and gold.

Boy, when the Seminole Ritz decorated for Christmas, they really went all out!

"Sugar is just going to love this!" Jerry said, as though he could read Joe's mind. "Trust me, Joe. You have nothing to worry about. You and Sugar are going to have a beautiful wedding."

"You've got that right." Joe agreed. "I mean, how could it be anything less than perfect? I've already got the most beautiful girl!"