Caylee
"Everyone got it?" Our part time wedding planner, Gina asks from the stone steps where we'll say our vows.
"I certainly hope so." I hear Noah grumble. He was not happy she'd made us practice this like ten times.
"We got it." I tell her confidently. I hear lots of agreement and know the Nutville population is restless and hungry.
"They're all hangry including the ever patient groom." Quinn whispers in my left ear.
"Alright, I'll see all of you tomorrow." Gina beams. She was truly nice and while Quinn was actually my wedding planner, we knew we needed someone to work the ceremony. Quinn was my maid of honor so that wasn't really possible for her. The first one we hired had stared at Noah and Sean a little too much with that whole hair twirling flirty nonsense. She was replaced q
