“What do you want at the wedding?” Our wedding. Now I really grimace. Shit. I train myself not to glance back at the cameras. We’re being married for appearance’s sake, even though it’ll be real. I love every single part of Lily, but I hate that this day is being dictated by her mom and my dad. I’d rather just elope. But that’s not part of the “image rehabilitation” plan. “I don’t really care,” she says in a small voice. I shrug. “Me either. Just tell her to choose.” Lily nods, her shoulders drooped. When she finishes texting back, I pull her close and wrap her in my arms. I don’t say
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