We’ve barely hit the foyer before I make a beeline for the woman behind the desk. “Umm, hey. Can we get married?” “Of course. Did you have a particular date in mind?” “Yeah. Today.” She turns from her computer to fix me with a look. “We’re an official wedding venue, sir. We don’t do … those kinds.” Tripp snickers from behind me. The wedding we witnessed says otherwise, but okay, lady. If you want to tell me that shitshow in there was actually planned, I’ll believe you. “Can you point me in the direction of a place that does? I wanna lock this sexy beast up.” She eyes me, then pulls a business
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