I held my phone in my lap and looked at him.
The wedding.
Something squeezed in my chest at the word. It was the feeling of a future you had once mapped out in detail, suddenly looking like a road you didn't recognise anymore.
"We'll start looking at venues," he continued. "Nothing too complicated. Just get the big things locked in first and work from there." He watched my face. "Arel."
"I'm listening."
"You're not." He leaned forward slightly. "Are you not happy about it anymore?"
I looked at the genuine, open question sitting in his face, the worry underneath it, and the need for reassurance.
"Of course I am," I said, keeping my voice warm and my expression open as I gave him exactly what he was asking for. "I can't wait to start planning. The moment I'm back, we'll sit down and s
