“No, not talking about this anymore. You’re not gonna shed a single fuckin’ tear. Not now. Not with me. We’re going to walk down those stairs, sit in the stupid fuckin’ ceremony room, and watch your scumbag father marry a gold digger. Then we’re going to drink and eat and dance on their dime, have a blast, and then I’m going to come back here, strip you down, and remind you you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.” And like always, when he sets down the law, I agree with a soft, craggy, “Okay, Luke.”
