The Wedding Planning
263 Words
One month later.
Lila’s kitchen table was covered in fabric swatches, venue brochures, and cake menus.
Adrian walked in with coffee and stopped.
Baby... is this war?
This is wedding planning, Lila said, not looking up. It’s worse.
Adrian laughed and kissed the top of her head.
No press. No board. Just us, remember?
Just us, Lila agreed. And my mom. And your one friend who isn’t awful.
They decided on small.
Garden. 50 people. String lights.
Nothing Cole Corp, Adrian said. I never want to see a ballroom again.
Lila grinned. Deal.
Ring shopping was next.
They went to a tiny jeweler downtown. No security. No cameras.
Lila picked a simple band. Gold. With a small diamond.
Not flashy, she said.
I like it, Adrian said. Just like you.
He slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly.
That night they were cooking again.
Lila was showing Adrian how to make pasta when her phone buzzed.
Eleanor.
A text. Just one line: You look happy. I’m glad.
Lila showed Adrian.
He read it. Tensed. Then relaxed.
Is that... good? Lila asked.
I don’t know, Adrian said. Maybe she’s finally letting go.
He pulled Lila into a hug. Or maybe she just wants cake.
Either way, she’s not invited to the tasting.
Lila laughed into his chest.
So... garden wedding? Small? Just us?
Just us, Adrian said. And I get to marry you.
He spun her around. Flour went everywhere.
Worth it, he said.
Outside, the city was quiet.
No headlines. No leaks. No scandals.
Just them. Planning a life.
To Be Continued
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