Tate
Leaning back in his chair at the long dining table, Tate frowned at the mess in front of him. There were invitation samples, pictures of different bouquets, fabric swatches for the tablecloths and napkins, a seating arrangement with hundreds of sticky notes stuck around large circles representing the many tables that they would need to set up, and sample menus. When he had proposed to Kelly a month ago, he hadn’t anticipated her wanting to get married so soon, not that he was complaining. He was glad they were getting married sooner rather than later. He felt like he had waited way too long for this and he couldn’t wait any longer. He even had a countdown on his phone telling him how many days they had left, though if anyone asked, he would vehemently deny he had any such thing on hi
