Chapter Twenty-One KateI never thought I’d be the type to want a big, fluffy white dress. First, there was the expense, and second, it was just so damn impractical. Third, it was uncomfortable and obnoxious, and something you only wore once. It seemed like a complete waste.
Yet when the time came to plan our big day, a newfound part of me I’d never been acquainted with began voicing her opinions. I’d told Hunter this would be a low-key affair—a simple backyard barbecue, for all I cared. But the further we got in the planning, the more specific my requests became.
Suddenly, the backyard wasn’t quite enough, yet a banquet hall was too sterile; a pantsuit was something you wore to a funeral, and a sundress was too casual. He’d been sweet and accommodating of my every whim, which was how we
