CHAPTER 8
JENNA’S POV
It was a few weeks now to the wedding and I was completely overwhelmed.
From wedding invites, to picking the perfect location, you’d probably think I was the event planner.
Wellat this point I’d already been mistaken for one several times.
I really didn’t get why grandpa insisted I take on that roll. I mean who’s ever heard of a bride planning her own goddamn wedding.
Something about me getting more on the wedding spirit which were his exact words.
My phone chimed.
‘Hey pretty, I’d be with you at 5. Don’t miss me so much and don’t be late.’
Cocky much. I scoffed and placed the phone in my back pocket.
Grandpa had called us both for a meeting, which was weird. Grandpa never calls for meetings. Except something was wrong.
I kept thinking about what co
