Isabel
"Does this even feel like us?" I asked, staring at the glossy magazine spread Jaxon had handed me, filled with towering centrepieces and chandeliers dripping with crystals.
He didn't even look up from his phone. "What do you mean? It's a wedding. It's supposed to be grand."
I sighed, brushing my hand over the page as if doing so could erase the opulence. “Grand doesn’t mean meaningful. I don’t care about impressing anyone. I just want it to feel… real, you know?”
Jaxon finally looked up, his brow furrowing as if he couldn't quite grasp why I shouldn't be excited. "Isabel, we're talking about our wedding. People are going to expect spectacular. You don't want them to think we cut corners, do you?
It wasn’t the first time we’d had this argument, but it stung every time. “I’m not
