(Gabrielle’s POV)
The days leading up to the wedding were a blur of last-minute details, final fittings, and way too many phone calls.
Julian had taken on the role of self-appointed wedding coordinator, which meant I was subjected to his constant opinions about everything.
“The flower arrangements must be perfect,” he announced dramatically as he paced around my apartment. “I won’t let your wedding be anything less than a masterpiece.”
I groaned, sinking into the couch. “Julian, the flowers are fine.”
He gasped. “Fine is unacceptable! Breathtaking is what we’re aiming for.”
Matthew, who had been watching from the kitchen, smirked. “Julian, maybe let the bride breathe?”
Julian huffed. “You both act like I’m being unreasonable when I’m literally making your wedding iconic.”
I pinched
