Sydney
"So, what's next?" When Mr Dawson had departed and we were suddenly alone, I questioned Aiden.
"Now we're going to have a wedding." Aiden gave me a friendly smile.
“A wedding?”
"Do you have a favourite? What kind of wedding do you want to have?" He inquired.
His question snapped me out of my befuddled state. How was I supposed to plan a wedding? When I barely knew Aiden.
"I... I don't have any preference. Anything is fine." I replied. Seriously, why was he hell-bent on making me more miserable?
"Oh, please! Every girl fantasises about her ideal wedding. What kind of husband would I be if I couldn't grant one of your wishes?" He was teasing me with his twitching lips. He had no desire to see my wish come true. He was just having a good time.
"Does, it matters? It's just a bus
