“What happened? And why is it that everyone calls me when the shit is going down?” she asked.
Gryphen just laughed.
“Normally, you’re the reason the shit is going down,” he said.
Elizabeth pointed at him.
“You have to come home sometimes, Gryphen. Don’t think I won’t whip your ass around the gym and get my giggle on while I do it.”
He snorted.
“You’d abuse a one-legged man?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“You’re going to use that as your excuse?” she asked. “Really?”
He winked at her.
“What do you want?” she asked. “Just pull the bandage off.”
Gryphen elbowed his man.
“Tell her.”
Uh-oh.
“Tell me what?”
He went there.
“I know how hard you’re working on planning this wedding, and I appreciate it.”
She kept a neutral face.
Honestly, she hoped she’d not misinterpreted what they wanted. She’d planned it all out, and it was going to be gorgeous.
A white wedding in a castle.
That was a dream come true, and she knew it.
“And?”
“I don’t want to wait until Christmas. I need to move it up. How much are you going to kill me?”
She blinked.
“So you’re not upset with what I’ve planned?” she asked.
He gasped.
“Are you kidding? You’ve planned a beautiful wedding. I love everything about it. I just want to marry him so goddamn bad that I can’t wait. It’s only June. That’s six months. Can we split the difference and go to the middle?”
She considered it.
Honestly, she didn’t do the catering part or the flowers, so that wouldn’t have to be redone.
She only did the wedding inside the castle in the ballroom that was under construction. Moving from winter to Fall was just about changing the colors of the flowers and decorations.
