Like that little piece of paper's gonna hide him. Dork. Still, he makes me smile. I'm glad to see he's getting some help with the planning. I'm a little less concerned about the legality if he's going to use a professional.
I'll let him have his fun. I shake my head gently to let him know that I won't crash his meeting. He can take care of everything.
Once upon a time, I'd had a whole wedding planned in my head. The gorgeous beaded gown, the bridesmaids in long black dresses, the men in tuxedos. My little niece in a ball of tulle scattering rose petals down the long aisle of the grand stone Presbyterian Church on First Street. But Dr. Freeride had never asked. Oh, he'd hinted plenty of times. "After residency babe. Once I've established my practice we'll be able to do it right." Then he'd cheated on me, said he needed more time to figure out what he wanted from life.
Ten years ago. I'd been so naive. I even went back to him once, just a few months after meeting Josh. But being with Josh had already started to change me- within two weeks Dr. Freeride had shown his true colors again and this time I knew who the fool was. It wasn't me.
I smiled to myself as I headed toward the shops. They have some nice stores here. And I have his credit card.