The Fiancée Farce

by Alexandria Bellefleur

“Do you want me to make you beg for it?” Absolutely not. Tansy shook her head. “Then no.” Gemma sank back into her pillows. “Begging’s only fun if everyone’s on board.”

“Tansy, sweetheart, if you exhibited any more tact than you already do, you’d have it coming out your ass.” “Oh, geez.” Tansy laughed. “Do they sell something for that? Over-the-counter, preferably. My insurance has a heck of a co-pay.”

I don’t think anyone would believe that either of us was waiting for marriage.” “You’re saying that ship already left the harbor, hmm?” “And made a few transatlantic voyages, yeah.”

I want to wear my mom’s wedding dress, okay?” “Of course,” she murmured, heart aching. “I think that’s beautiful.” Tansy laughed. “They got married in the eighties. Adjust your expectations accordingly.”