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parents’ house. That, of
course, was out of the question—only Sofie had actually set
foot in this place.
    “You
okay?” Thomas came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my
middle. I realized that I’d been standing at the counter, lost
in my thoughts.
    I
turned in his arms, smiling, determined not to let myself get upset
about my family’s strict propriety. They
can be crowded in that kitchen if they want ,
I thought, standing up on my tiptoes to kiss Thomas. “I’m
fine.”
    “Good.”
He released me, heading for the fridge. “Wine?”
    We
ended up on the couch in the den, our favorite place to relax in the
house. The great room was much larger and had a better view of the
river out back, but the furniture was way too fancy to feel
comfortable in. The den was cozier, lined with bookshelves and filled
with slouchy old leather couches. There was even a fireplace, which
Thomas turned on with the flick of a remote control. I leaned into
him, sipping my white wine, while he turned on his laptop.
    “Okay.
Let’s see the dream wedding preparations.”
    I
navigated to my Pinterest page and opened the secret board of all my
collected wedding stuff. Immediately the screen filled with a collage
of dresses, flowers, decorations, and cakes.
    “Wow,”
Thomas murmured. “You weren’t kidding.”
    I
laughed. “I just pinned everything I liked. A bunch of the
stuff Meghan has been sending. I wasn’t really trying to narrow
stuff down, you know? I thought it was just for fun.”
    “I
like that,” he said, pointing at a photo of a loft space, the
rafters filled with twinkle lights, romantic table settings
glittering across the floor.
    “That’s
the Madison in London,” I said. “It’s a schmancy
restaurant in the West End. I thought it would be cool for an elegant
city wedding.”
    “Are
we elegant city people?” he asked, wrinkling his nose a little.
    He
did have a point there. We loved living in London, but I wouldn’t
really call either of us elegant or sophisticated. “What about
this?” I asked, pointing to a sprawling set up in a barn. The
tables were decorated in mason jars filled with wildflowers and
lanterns hung from the exposed beams above. “Are we rustic-chic
people?”
    He
snorted. “Have you ever set foot in a barn before, Lizzie?”
    I
giggled. “Not that I can recall.”
    “Okay,
maybe we shouldn’t pick a theme yet,” Thomas said
reasonably. “What if we started with the season?”
    I
chewed on my lip, scrolling down the page. “These colors are
all for fall.” I pointed at a flower arrangement in oranges and
reds. “That’s really pretty.”
    “Fall,
huh? That’s only a few months away.”
    “Not
this fall,” I said quickly. “There’s no way we
could pull off a wedding by then—it’s only five months
until October.”
    “Next
fall?” His voice was incredulous, and he pulled away from our
cuddle to stare down at me. “Lizzie, we are not waiting more
than a year. No way.”
    “Then
I guess fall is out. I wasn’t joking, Thomas, you really can’t
pull something like this off in a few months.”
    “How
hard can it be?” he asked. “I mean, we get a venue, a
cake, and some flowers, right?”
    I
laughed, patting his cheek fondly. “You’re such a guy.”
    “And
you forget that I’m a terribly rich, terribly famous movie
star—rich and famous movie stars can hire other people to meet
their demanding deadlines.”
    I
started to roll my eyes, but he pointed at me, a triumphant look on
his face. “Lizzie Medina, we had an agreement. No more eye
rolling when it comes to money talk. We’re about to be married,
miss. It’s your money, too.”
    I
scowled, forgetting the pinky swear I had made just last week when he
insisted on buying me a new cell phone to replace the one I had
dropped, though I had argued the cracked screen was still perfectly
usable.
    “Fine,”
I muttered. “I won’t roll my eyes. But that doesn’t
mean we need to spend a ton of money on this