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“My favorite topic.” Cathy wiggles in her seat with excitement. “I love weddings so much. I am one of those crazy ladies who loves the planning aspect of the whole night.”
I start to quickly think of some of Peyton’s wedding planning things because I clearly don’t know the first thing about planning a wedding, let alone what goes into one.
“It’s really so much fun,” I say with an enthusiastic lie.
“When is the big day?” she asks.
“We decided to have a longer engagement because of her taking the course,” Marc intercepts the question just as he swallows a bite of his dinner. “We’re hoping for a date in the spring.”
“Oh my word.” Cathy gasps in shock. “You two must set a date. You need to pick a location because they fill up quickly. The vendors, the music, the food, the flowers, and everything else do as well. Didn’t you two get engaged last year.”
“We did,” I cut in. “Unfortunately, the night of the event I met you at in December, Bill, I had to leave abruptly because my best friend's grandmother was really sick. She ended up passing away the following morning. She was like a grandmother to me.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Avery,” Bill says.
I nod. “Thank you. Right after that we were going to attempt to get the ball rolling. And then my mom slipped on some ice. I had to go back to Vermont to help take care of her because she ended up with a broken hip and a fractured leg.”
“Wow.” Bill shakes his head, just as he takes a sip of red wine. “It sounds like it’s been a rough few months for you.”
“It was a lot,” I agree. “But I’m happy to be back in the city. I missed this guy.” I tip my head in his direction before I smile. “He was such a trooper for putting up with me being away.”
As if he’s pleased with my response, Marc stares down at me with adoration in his eyes, and a megawatt smile crossing his lips. His arm reaches around the back of my chair to pull me in for a brief side hug. Giving my shoulder a light squeeze when he does it.
“How did you guys meet?” Cathy asks.
“Through my brother, Thomas,” Marc answers, directing his gaze to her to answer her question. “This one is his fiancé’s best friend.”
“That is so sweet,” Cathy coos.
“I knew I wanted to make her mine from the moment I first laid eyes on her,” Marc responds with his eyes on Cathy. He slowly shifts his gaze to mine, causing him to have to look down to me. Our eyes lock when he says, “Best decision of my life.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest at his response, as his words flutter through me.
Mine.
“Well…” Cathy claps her hands together as if she’s ready for the main event. “We need to plan this wedding. Do you have a location in mind? Here in the city? A destination wedding?”
“We haven’t really discussed that much,” I answer honestly, poking the scalloped potatoes on my plate.
“I have a few places in mind,” Marc interrupts. “I’ve been looking intoPenthouse 45in the city orSound River Studiosin Long Island City.”
“Look at you go, Marc.” Cathy beams. “But both of those locations are very different. The first one you mentioned holds less than one hundred people, where the second location can make for a large, beautiful wedding overlooking the city skyline.”
“I want to see what Avery decides as far as a big or small wedding goes.” Marc clears his throat. “Since we never fully discussed it. I wanted to have a plan for both.”
Like I said… I don’t know the first thing about wedding planning or how any of this goes. If I’m being honest, I have only ever attended two weddings in my life. Both of them were backyard style weddings in Vermont for two of my high school friends.
The only thing I know about weddings at the moment comes from Peyton planning hers. I have been the worst bridesmaid in this one though, because I haven’t been here for the bulk of the planning because of my mom. Then again, Peyton and Thomas seem to have the whole thing covered.
This would be a great moment for my brain to remember where the fuck Peyton said they were getting married. I vaguely remember something about a yacht club and a beach. But for the life of me, I can’t remember the location.
Worst best friend award goes to me.
“I’m good either way,” I lie. “I like the idea of a small, intimate wedding.” That’s not a lie. If I really was to get married, that would probably be my style.
“Seems like you two have a lot to figure out,” Cathy concludes. “Are your parents around to help you out, Avery?”
“I don’t know my dad,” I admit. “I mean I know who he is, but he hasn’t been around my whole life.”
