"First thing first. When will you want the marriage?" He asked, holding the pad diligently in his hands.
"In the next two weeks? We will have a small wedding with the officials and the few people that we need...."
"Small wedding? Why would you think we are gonna have a small wedding? You are Isabella Reid and I am Nikolai Archibald. Is there anything about us that can be small?" He genuinely looked confused. What he said did make sense. We were the popular troop, the kind that parties were thrown for a week even if we spoke our first words. I could at least list the times my parents threw a party for nonsense things I did. Either it was eating my first vegetable, or maybe it was drawing the first line from a crayon. They left nothing in their wake to show off their wealth and the prest
