Savannah’s POV
I didn’t know how, but we got along long enough to go out without snapping at each other. That night after the party, we remained on good terms, even when we drove back to the house.
The next morning was even better, because for the first time since Julian had arrived with his oversized annoying luggage, breakfast was an entirely peaceful affair. My parents were in a fantastic mood, still riding the wave of the nice phone calls they had received. Acquaintances had called them constantly to congratulate them on our union, after the display we pulled off at the party.
“Since the western plots are taken care of for the day, I need the two of you to head into town,” my father said with a warm smile. “We have a bulk order of horse gear and livestock feed waiting at Miller’s Su
