“You’re really selling this to me.” Henry grins. “Should be fun.” “It’s going to be painful. But if I don’t do this now, our wedding will be in a barn with my second cousins as bridesmaids, wearing gingham frocks, and I will be miserable by the time next spring comes. Please, Henry.” “Relax. Of course, we’ll go. It’s your family, and it’s the right thing to do.” “Thank you.”
