speak. “It was a really beautiful wedding, I don’t think I told you that,” she whispers, studying a picture of the two of us closely. “A beautiful wedding to go with a beautiful bride,” I muse without thinking, and her eyes flick to mine with a smile. “You’re just being nice to me so I won't punch you in the dick again,” she claims, and I can’t help but laugh, watching closely as she dips another salty french fry into her strawberry milkshake.
