Chapter Twenty
I lie awake late on Thursday night sending messages to LuminaireX. I start off with, Is it weird if we still message each other now that we can actually talk in real life? And after he responds with, Well we can’t talk in real life right now cos you’re in another room, we spend at least two hours discussing everything from the strange colour ties Aiden is making his groomsmen wear to the bit of plastic he found in his ice cream at the restaurant.
And neither of us mentions our discussion on the pier once. I sense Caleb might be waiting for me to bring it up first, which is fine because that means we’ll never have to talk about it.
Friday. The day before the wedding. I feel as though we should be rushing around doing something, but we’ve collected all the decor items and a
