“Should I write my own vows?”
Callahan stared at me. “Isn’t the wedding tomorrow? Aren’t we headed into your rehearsal dinner?”
“Well, we don’t really need a rehearsal dinner. We just wanted to have a ‘dinner the night before’ kind of thing.”
“Right. I get that. Writing your own vows takes time, doesn’t it? I mean, you don’t think up the night before ‘well, let me write this.’ Didn’t you and Scott talk about this?”
I shrugged, then opened the door of the Italian restaurant where we were meeting everyone. The place belonged to an uncle of Callahan’s boyfriend, Mantegna.
“There’s so much to talk about, I forgot to bring it up. I just thought about it this morning and wondered if I should have done it.”
“Go with traditional, Lopez. Take my advice.”
“Your advice about what?” Andy Manteg
