“Osana wants a Tudor-style wedding?” Gloria Kinard sat with her leg folded underneath her while sipping red wine on Shad’s patio. “What is that again?”
“She wants a wedding in the style of the Tudor era.” He snickered, l*****g wine from his lips. “King Henry and Anne Boleyn.”
“Oh the Tudors?” She gaped, her lime-green eyes flashing. “Why may I ask does she want a Tudor-style wedding?”
“It’s a dream of hers from childhood.” Shad got a block of cheddar cheese off the tray. “I’m supposed to be Henry of course, and she’s gonna be Jane Seymour.”
Gloria laughed between sips. “Why Jane?”
“She says Jane was the only wife Henry loved.”
“Are you serious?” Gloria laughed so hard that her long, golden ponytail flipped across her shoulder.
“We have to dress up like them and do these dances.” Sha
