Julia
After our shower, I followed Van down to his office. The document he handed me was multiple pages long.
“I'll get you some coffee while you read," he said.
“I really don't want to spend my wedding morning reading a prenuptial agreement."
“You could have the Wade legal team look it over, but they don't have much time."
Before I could respond, Van looked down at his phone, reading a text. Instead of his frown, a smile spread across his face.
“Good news?"
“If I could give you anything for our wedding," he asked, “what would it be?"
“Not this," I said, setting the papers on his desk.
“You don't have to sign it."
“What happens then?"
“Our property becomes joint, all of it. We take our chances with the pending case involving your grandfather's will and we do our damnedest t
