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"Should we do one theme or four different ones?" Frankie asked the group.
We were all crammed into the same little room, with my hotel furniture mingled in with Frankie's. Except for its initiators, no one seemed enthusiastic about the idea of a group wedding. I didn't blame any of them. We were an odd mix thrown together by circumstance. And while I consider them all family, that didn't mean we'd want to be married together. However, seeing as most of my thoughts were of the location of the nearest toilet, or when our home would be finished, or even where Alfonso might be hiding, I didn't mind that Frankie and his musketeers were planning the wedding. It was one less thing I had to worry about. One less thing I’d screw up. This settled things nicely for me. I glanced over at Caleb, wo
