Hell, she’d thoughtshewas efficient. Edo was next level and movingfast.
‘Do you want any friends or family to attend? There’s time to fly them out first thing.’
‘No thanks.’ She swallowed.
‘So, no family present for either of us.’ He shot her a grin. ‘Like an elopement.’
Yeah, an elopement in some other family’s chapel.
What about his brother? He wasn’t coming to the wedding? Was Edo ashamed of her and their shotgun wedding? Why didn’t he want to tell her anything? But she could hardly question him about his family when she didn’t want to talk about hers either.
‘Do you have something to wear?’ he asked.
‘You mean you haven’t organised that as well? Edo, how inefficient,’ she mocked. ‘Never mind, my work suit is suitably funereal.’
‘Indeed it is.’ He chuckled a little too loudly for her liking. ‘Why do you insist on that grey automaton outfit? It’s boring, and we both know you’re anything but boring.’
‘Are you commenting on what I wear at work?’ She leaned towards him. ‘Maybe it’s a way of blending into the background so I don’t get harassed by rich, arrogant jerks who think they’re entitled to anything or anyone they want—’
‘Someone harassed you? Who?’ His smile vanished.
She arched her eyebrows and handed him the entire dish of nuts.
‘I kept my distance. It nearly killed me but I kept my distance,’ he muttered. ‘What are you going to wear tomorrow?’
‘Apparently nothing, given I’ve no chance of finding anything in the village,’ she grumbled.
‘Nothing.’ His grin returned. ‘I look forward to it.’
She rolled her eyes.
‘What did you wear last time?’ he asked. ‘Got any photos?’
‘I deleted them all and burned the dress.’
‘It was that bad, huh?’ Edo tossed one of the nuts into his mouth. ‘Tell me about it?’
‘It was from a second-hand store. A simple slinky number. White,’ she answered blandly. ‘Inexpensive, because I was a student. I thought I looked good, but honestly, I cringe about it now. I must have looked like I was playing dress-up.’
She’d been a kid, so eager to be grown up and desired.
He stopped with the nuts. ‘I meant tell me about your marriage, not the dress.’
‘You mean you want us to have apersonalconversation?’ she mock-marvelled. ‘Because generally you avoid such things. Or at least, like the information to travel one way only.’ She took a cashew from the dish he’d just almost dropped. ‘You’re a closed book. One with an appealing cover but impossible to open.’
‘I told you something personal in the car yesterday,’ he pointed out softly.
‘Only because you were desperate to convince me to marry you. You know we’ll both need to do better. We need to work out how we want to raise the baby—’
‘Eventually,’ he interrupted. ‘Let’s focus on the immediate issues.’
‘Like my wedding dress?’ she muttered sarcastically.
She didn’t have time to trawl the shops, even if there were any. Besides, she hardly wanted to face petite assistants when her belly was becoming more obvious by the hour.
‘I’ll wrap up in a sheet, toga-party style.’ She shrugged. ‘Problem solved.’
‘I’ve got a selection arriving shortly.’ He smirked.
