“Love” – American Authors
He watched his fiancé flit around their room, trying to gather everything she"d need for the following day.
“You know this is ridiculous, right?”
“Shhh,” she shot back.
“Do you just want me to go and sleep at Vanessa"s parents"? And she can come here? The sheer amount of stuff you"re packing is kind of concerning.” Vanessa had flown in a week early from San Francisco to help with the wedding pre-game show, as he liked to refer to it.
“Not all of us are as naturally pretty as you- it takes supplies. And a highly trained team of hair and make-up specialists. Plus, it"ll be like our last nostalgic hurrah. I"m actually looking forward to it.”
“Insanity,” he muttered. “I would marry you just like this. Jeans and no make-up and a ponytail.” He grabbed her hips gen
