Two days later, we canceled the
venue, caterer, and florist.
“Let’s do it,” I said.
Ryan looked at me.
“But not because she ruined anything. This is what we want. This would be perfect.”
“Exactly.”
Two days later, we canceled the venue, caterer, and florist. Just in time, as well.
We booked a small destination ceremony instead.
No mysterious second cousins.
Twenty-four guests.
Immediate family.
Closest friends.
No seating-chart politics.
No extra tables.
No mysterious second cousins.
“After everything we’ve already planned?”
Ryan told his parents over dinner.
Frank stared at him.
“Destination wedding?”
“Yes.”
Mavis looked horrified.
“After everything we’ve already planned?”
“You mean everything we planned.”
Ryan gave her a look.
“You mean everything we planned.”
She ignored that.
“Where?”
He told her.
Within thirty seconds, she went from offended to excited.
“Well. I suppose it could be lovely.”
“Oh.”
She sat back.
“Well. I suppose it could be lovely.”
