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"What the hell?" I mutter, looking at my phone after receiving a text. Is Andreas trying to set a date for our wedding over a text message? I stare at it for a moment, dumbfounded. I know I’m also eager, but really? This is extreme. "You are not setting our wedding date over a text," I state over the phone, still shocked, and he acts like it isn’t a big deal. He asks where I am, and I tell him I’m on my way from the lawyer, but I’m thinking of making a detour somewhere. He asks me to come home, but I tell him I’ll be there in a few hours. I haven’t left the house since the funeral and everything. I have so much tension that my body hurts. So I want to go have a spa treatment.
I can’t get married like this, and with the way he acts, I wouldn’t be surprised if I got
