“You’ll need to talk to Farrow about details,” Maximoff says. I frown. “Why not you both?” “He’s been dreaming up his wedding since he was a kid. I never thought I’d get married.” Farrow passes him a to-go container. “Just because I’ve dreamed up shit doesn’t mean I don’t need your opinions. We’re not doing everything I want…” He grins. “Even though that would be nice.”
