Kylian's POV
“What about it? You actually want to have a wedding?” she asked with surprise.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, we’ve got to be married, my kid has to be born in wedlock. I think,” I murmured, not entirely sure of the details but having a feeling my dad would have wanted it that way.
“I don’t know how to plan a fake wedding. I don’t know how to plan a real wedding for that matter. Am I supposed to wear white?” she said before bursting into laughter.
“I don’t have a clue what the social etiquette is for an arranged marriage. If you want to wear white, you should.”
She nodded. “I don’t think I do, but I’ll mull it over. I can’t imagine dress shopping and telling the person I need a dress for a wedding that I’m already planning my divorce.”
I smiled. “Maybe don’t lead wit
