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Bryson and I were meeting up with the location manager my mother hired for the wedding. I wanted to go with Sarah, naturally, but she was working. Her boss was apparently in one of her ‘moods’ so she couldn’t leave. With each day that passed by, I realized just how real things were becoming for us-Sarah and I. We were going to be married by the end of the month and things were moving very fast because I believed there was no point in delaying our nuptials. We had already signed the contract, she had met my parents, I had met her aunt and we were comfortable enough with our arrangement.
We’ve also been getting along just fine.
“How was the meeting with your parents?” Bryson asked as we walked to the front steps of this indoor-outdoor venue known as the Pequena Casa. According to mo
