Oakleigh
Hmm, something fishy is going on. I've got a hunch that the man is cooking up a secret scheme. A colossal and conspicuous tent has been erected in the backyard, but he's keeping it under wraps and won't let me sneak a peek. He claims it's a surprise, but my spidey senses are tingling. It's like deja vu from when my pal Austin was hesitant to say "I do" to Cortland. Despite her initial frustration, their wedding had an enchanting vibe that captivated everyone. However, this current scenario feels off-kilter and I can't shake this nagging feeling that trouble is brewing.
"Y'all ever wonder if we're gonna have a hoedown wedding when we get back to the ranch?" I quip, throwing the question out to my road trip companions. Austin pipes up, a sly grin on her face.
"Hold up, cowgirl. Y
