To the wedding of Elizabeth Gottlieb and Hank Jackson. But the bride and groom are beside the point. Because, on this hot Atlanta afternoon, the people of the hour are the wedding’s (adoring, envious, resentful, hilarious) guests. Among them, Carla, Elizabeth’s quick-witted, ugly duckling childhood best friend turned Hollywood film scout with a jaundiced view on life (and especially on weddings); Elizabeth’s great-aunt Rachel, who is navigating a no-man’s-land between cultures and identities; Elizabeth’s wheelchair-bound grandfather Albert, who considers his legacy as a man in the boardroom, but mostly in the bedroom; and Annette, the mother of the bride, reminded now of her youthful indiscretions in love. Tender and bitingly funny, pulls you in and carries you through a (dysfunctional, loving, witty, unforgettable) world and family; it is a not-to-be-missed debut from a “writer to watch” (Caroline Leavitt).