David
Kaye wanted to wait a little bit before getting married, but obviously I wasn’t going to be able to give her the long engagement she wanted. I needed to get her tied to me before she thought better of it, so I pushed for a quicker wedding.
A couple of months. I was willing to wait only so long—long enough for the arrangements to be made. Long enough for her dress to be ordered.
She gave in pretty easily and I couldn’t help but find it flattering. She really did want to be married to me. Of course, the whole point of me courting her and wooing her had been to make her want it so badly she ignored good sense, but it was actually really happening.
I loved watching a plan come together. Really, I did. Otherwise, there was no way in hell I would be getting married. It wasn’t something
