Jacob and I stayed up all night that night thinking about our wedding. We decided that our colors would be the colors of Arvendon, blue and silver. We laid on the couch, tangled in each other’s limbs. I showed him pictures of engagement photo poses and dresses that I liked. He would smile, tell me what he liked and what he didn’t. Even though he wanted me to be happy, I appreciated that he wasn’t scared to tell me his opinion. I loved Jacob so much.
“Did you want a big wedding growing up?” Jacob asked as we laid in bed.
“I wanted a small, intimate wedding,” I told him. “Just close friends and family. Something that feels very personal.”
He rolled over, running his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry.”
I frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
He kissed my nose. “That we
