“I’ve planned for this,” Katie said. “Not this exactly, but chaos. I’m ready.”
“As a heart attack at a wedding.”
“Katie, you said yes to a stranger with a ring and a tragedy. Will you say yes to the man who can’t imagine a single boring day without you?”
“No camera. Just… bad luck and a dead proposal.”
She tapped her chin. “Okay. But I have conditions. One: we tell everyone we met ‘on a dare from fate.’ Two: you have to try my experimental lavender-chili donuts. Three: if we’re doing this insane thing, we do it right — big dress, bad dancing, and a cake that looks like a car crash.”
Yes, really.
“I’ve planned for this,” Katie said. “Not this exactly, but chaos. I’m ready.”
“As a heart attack at a wedding.”
“Katie, you said yes to a stranger with a ring and a tragedy. Will you say yes to the man who can’t imagine a single boring day without you?”
“No camera. Just… bad luck and a dead proposal.”
She tapped her chin. “Okay. But I have conditions. One: we tell everyone we met ‘on a dare from fate.’ Two: you have to try my experimental lavender-chili donuts. Three: if we’re doing this insane thing, we do it right — big dress, bad dancing, and a cake that looks like a car crash.”
Yes, really.
