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“Stop calling my sister a porcupine,” she states.
“I’ll stop when she stops intruding on my time with you.”
“We really are busy. Planning a wedding isn’t exactly a walk in the park.”
“Women have to make everything so fucking complicated. I only had to make two visits to the guy designing my suit. The first one so he could get my measurements and then the next visit was for fittings. That’s it. I feel like you go for dress fittings every single day,” I say frustrated.
Sophia offers me a soft smile that has my heart racing.
“Okay fine. I’ll stay longer if you can tell me the difference between these three colors,” she says, grabbing her phone and turning it on.
She shows me three different pictures and I stare at them hard before looking up at her.
“Baby, aren’t those the exact same shades of pink?”
She laughs, “No. They are completely different and it’s what I’ve been having to deal with every day. Making sure everything is perfect and looks good.”
“I just want to talk to you for a bit,” I mutter.
Sophia gets to her feet.
“After the wedding,” she says, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “We can talk all you want after the wedding.”
But why does a part of me feel like there’s a conversation we should have before the wedding otherwise it’ll be too late?
She leaves and I’m left staring at my cup of coffee with a frown. One good thing about all this is Michael’s return back home after three weeks at the hospital. I arrive back at the house just in time to welcome him. I’m really glad to see him on his feet.
Kiara goes to help with dinner preparations leaving both of us alone in the living room.
“Never scare us like that again,” I say pointing at his face. “Never again.”
“Sure, I’ll make sure never to get shot and mortally wounded again,” he says sarcastically.
I grin, yeah I definitely missed him. He’s an idiot but he’s also my best friend.
“How’s your fiancée?” he asks. His eyes briefly flutter shut as he chuckles. “I can’t believe I almost die and come back to life and you’re suddenly getting married.”
“Yeah I can’t believe it either,” I mutter.
He stares at me for a moment, “What’s wrong?”
Before I can reply, Roman’s sauntering into the room. “Heard you were back, Mikey. How are you feeling?”
“I’m good. Good enough to perform my duties at the best man next week,” Michael states with a grin.
Roman rolls his eyes, “We’re both best men, Mikey. Get over yourself.”
I asked them both to be my best man because it’s not like I could choose one over the other. They’re both my brothers.
“What were you two talking about?”
Michael gestures at me with a nod in my direction.
“Seems like the groom has some reservations when ti comes to the marriage.”
“Yeah I noticed something was up too. What is it?” Roman questions.
I groan, I can ever get anything past them.
