I guess it was a bad idea to set the wedding so far away. I've been so caught up with school that I didn't even notice—we're just two months out.
"Two months?" I asked, surprised. "I have so much to do! Make a guest list, get bridesmaids, find a dress, order the cake, pick a venue... I don't think I'm ready at all," I said, pacing nervously around the bedroom.
Quin chuckled. "Don't worry, Love. My mother was so excited about the wedding that she's already done almost fifty percent of the work."
I stopped mid-step and stared at him. He was lounging on my bed with his head resting comfortably against the headboard, completely unbothered.
"What do you mean she's done fifty percent?" I asked. "She planned my wedding without me?"
"You were so focused on your studies, she didn't want to dis
