Sophia's POV
Remy did, in fact, lose his mind.
We told everyone at breakfast, and for a full thirty seconds nobody said anything, just looked at us, and then Remy stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the stone terrace.
"Two weeks," he said. "You're giving me two weeks."
"We're not giving you anything," Damien said. "We're getting married. You're welcome to help if you want to."
"If I want to," Remy said, already pulling out his phone. "Sophia, do you know how many flower varieties grow wild around here right now? Because I do. I looked it up yesterday for no reason at all, apparently my subconscious already knew."
Lena laughed into her coffee.
"He's been planning a wedding nobody asked him to plan for a week," she said. "I thought he was just interested in botany."
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