Chapter Twenty Four
Wedding planning was supposed to be fun. That's what the magazines said. What the movies showed. What my mother kept telling me over the phone, between dialysis appointments and naps. "Enjoy this, Ivy. You only get married once." "Statistically, that's not true." "You know what I mean." I did know. But enjoying it was hard when every decision felt like a negotiation. --- "Florals," Adrian said, reading from a list Ms. Vane had prepared before she left. "We need to choose florals." "I don't care about flowers." "Everyone cares about flowers." "I don't." Adrian looked up from the list. "You're impossible." "You're marrying me anyway." He sighed. Marked something on the paper. "Roses. We're doing roses. They're classic." "Fine." "Fine?" "Fine. Roses. Next." He stared at me. "
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