He gnaws on his lip, and I know he is considering it. “You know, poofy sleeves are out of style now.” I snap my attention to him. “How would you know?” He shrugs. “I’ve been to weddings. If you want to be in style, you should wear something sleeveless. And tight.” “Thanks for the tip.” Hearing the man who threatened me with a gun to plan my own wedding discuss dress styles is almost ridiculous enough that I laugh, but that would require energy, which I do not have.
