I looked at Alex from across the dining table. She was flipping through endless piles of wedding magazines, searching for ideas for her wedding dress. It’s been two weeks since she agreed to get married to me. She agreed that she doesn’t want to wait too long to get hitched. We were still discussing venues, where we want to get married and where we will hold the reception.
She’s got Amy helping her out with most of the stuff. She still needed to inform her mom and two sisters about us getting married.
She gave another exaggerated sigh, pushing another magazine to the side and picked up another. “Why don’t you ask Amy for advice?” I queried, pushing my empty plate aside.
“She already has her hands full with the bachelorette party and wedding arrangements. It’s not her fault that I’m thi
