“Okay,” Lexi said softly.
Her palms started to sweat, and she had no idea why. Her palms never sweat. When she had been in gymnastics, she had never had to use as much chalk as the other girls for that very reason.
“Now, the date—I’m sure you’ve already discussed when you would like the wedding to be. At least a year out is ideal, but a season would do.” Sherri flipped to a page with a picture of weddings in each of the four seasons.
Sherri looked at her, but Lexi turned to Ramsey. They hadn’t discussed this.
“Summer?” Lexi asked, biting down on her lip.
“Or fall,” he offered.
“Summer or fall next year then,” Sherri said. It was clear that she was glad they were making progress.
The rest of the session went in much the same fashion. Sherri pulled out everything from thousands of dif
