It was a relatively small wedding. With our friends and
family, it would be roughly a hundred people. My parents graciously offered to
pay for the wedding since Bella’s family was non-existent. She offered a
compromise. Bella and I would handle the incidentals: flowers, photographer,
invitations, music and anything else that might be needed. My parents could pay
for the venue and catering. My mom was ready to fight her, but I shook my head
and strongly encouraged her to agree to Bella’s compromise.
Seriously, if Bella had had her way, we would have paid for
everything ourselves. I was okay about that and ready to do it. When my parents
offered to pay for the wedding, I was as flummoxed as Bella. So, we agreed to
that compromise and honestly, we spared no expense for our wedding. The only
thing that my mom was adamant on paying for was Bella’s dress. Bella hesitated
when my mom suggested it.
“I want the very best for the daughter of my heart,” she
said. “Let a mother spoil her daughter.”
Bella burst into tears and agreed to it, thanking my mom
profusely for loving her. As far as I know,
Bella’s dress was elegant and
beautiful. Bella quipped that she’d be the one in white.
She could be naked for all I care. I just wanted to marry
her. Desperately.
“Douche,” Garrett laughed, snapping his fingers in my face.
“What?” I grumbled.
“Dude, you got that ‘I-want-to-marry-her’ face on,” Garrett
teased. “Less than a week, my friend.”
“I know. I just want it to be now,” I whined petulantly.
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