♥ Casey ♥
Lisa’s office smelled like coffee and fresh paper. I clutched my notebook as Lance held the door open for me. He looked relaxed in his black jacket and dark jeans, as if we hadn’t spent the last week talking about colors and venues.
“Come in, you two,” Lisa said as she gestured us toward the two-seater couch. “My favorite almost-married couple number two,”
“Hey,” Lance said as he shook her hand. “Thanks for seeing us,”
“Of course,” she said. “Megan told me you were ready to talk details. Sit,” Lance and I sat down, and I put my notebook on my lap. Lance’s knee brushed mine, a small, grounding touch. “So,” Lisa said as she flipped open a brand new file. “Tell me everything. What are we thinking?”
“Winter,” I blurted. “We want a winter wedding,” she smiled.
“I love winter we
