“Not a big deal? You’re getting married and you don’t want it to be a big deal?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t care about all that stuff. All I want is to be with Jeremiah.” “All what stuff?” “Like, bridesmaids and wedding cake. Stuff like that.” “Liar!” She pointed her finger at me. “You wanted five bridesmaids and a four-tier carrot cake. You wanted an ice sculpture of a human heart with your initials carved into it. Which, by the way, is gross.”
