A/N: Let's move along now. Let' see if we can call it a night soon.
*harvest more donkey balls*
Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.
Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.
Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 15
Simply Promised
Chapter 16
BPOV
What is it about weddings that drive women crazy?
What is it about women that drive men crazy?
These two questions have very obvious answers.
To me, at least.
I haven't been able to shake off TA...short for Tornado Alice.
The damn pip-squeak won't stop badgering about damn color combos and food tasting appointments.
She drives me crazy. All this wedding talk is driving me insane.
On the other hand, Riley is just about to be thrown in there with TA.
He keeps badgering me with the same two questions throughout the day.
Why can't I be more involved with the wedding?
Why don't I say I love you at least three times a day?
Seriously?
It seems to me that when someone says yes to a proposal that it's pretty fucking obvious the I love you's are soaring all over the place through unspoken communication.
"Riley, I love you, but I really don't feel like I need to text you just to remind you every couple of hours. I thought you liked that about me..."
I leave that statement hanging... this is a test.
For what, I don't know.
We girls, we just do these tests without even thinking sometimes.
"I do like that about you. I'm just confused. I thought you would be overjoyed with the planning. At least with choosing The Dress."
And there it is...THE dress.
Who says I have to wear a dress to my wedding?
A/N: Reviews are the same as an Irish Kilt... or maybe not. Just leave me some luv.