AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m all for it. Style is definitely underrated.”
I chuckled. “No, which style? Romantic, whimsical, vintage, modern, garden party—”
“What about holding our wedding here in the vineyard?”
“I love it.” My jaw dropped as the idea took hold. “Maybe we could rent an arch.”
“Or I could build one. We already have the arbor between the patio and the vineyard.” His eyes lit up.
“Are you thinking what I am?”
“The winery could become a wedding destination.”
“A sideline. Our wedding can set a precedent.” Recalling the first time I’d seen the vineyard, I reached for his arm. “Remember our February picnic?”
“How could I forget?” He hugged me.
Another idea took hold. “And our wedding pictures can do double duty as publicity shots.” I snuggled against his body. “With our winery-wedding theme, instead of dusty rose and golden taupe, what if our colors are Rosé and Champagne?”
“You’re a born marketer.” He leaned over in a kiss.
I met his lips, then pulled away. “But with only two weeks, what about invitations? How will we ever send them and get responses in time?”
“Emailed invites.” He winked. “Quick, easy, and it takes only seconds to RSVP.”
“Great idea.” I nodded slowly, liking the plan. “Maybe tonight we can make up a guest list.”
“Sure, most of my family”—he caught my gaze—“and yours are right here in Fort Lincoln.”
“Do you want to tackle the invitations, while I start looking at wedding gowns? I recall a small bridal shop just past the hotel. After breakfast, I’ll drive into town and maybe find a local florist and a caterer—”
“What about Aunt Rosie? Think she might be interested in a catering sideline?”
****
The mouthwatering aromas of cilantro, cumin, and chilies welcomed me into the taqueria along with Rosie’s hug and cheery hello.
As I pulled away, she caught my left hand. “What’s this?” Her eyes widening, she studied the ring. “When did this happen?”
“The night before last.” I couldn’t suppress the grin.
Rosie squeezed me in a bear hug. “When’s the wedding?”
“Twelve days from toda—
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Neither of us wants to wait, and we don’t need anything extravagant—just a simple ceremony in the vineyard.”
“How romantic.” Rosie’s face lit up, then she arched her brow. “And who’s catering?”
“Well,”—I fidgeted—“that’s something we want to discuss with you.”
“I wouldn’t hear of anyone else catering your wedding.” Her cheeks beaming, Rosie lived up to her name. “Family is family.”
“And something else we want to discuss. Have you ever considered a catering sideline?”
“Why?”
