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wedding.”
    He
made a big show of rolling his eyes then. “There are like, a thousand people in your family.
How will it be possible to not spend a ton of money?”
    “We
can spend money on essential stuff—like feeding everyone. But
that doesn’t mean we need to get extravagant and hire a wedding
planner and rush order everything just to get married in the fall. A
winter or spring wedding would be perfectly fine.”
    “I
don’t want it to be fine .”
I could tell that, for all of his eye rolling, he was awfully close
to losing his temper with me for real. “I want it to be
amazing. Perfect. Your dream wedding.”
    “Thomas—”
    He
let out a frustrated groan, letting his head fall onto the back of
the couch. He closed his eyes, running a hand roughly over his face.
“Why can’t you just forget about the money for once? It’s
such a stupid thing to get worked up about. We’re lucky to not
have to worry about money. Can’t we just leave it at that?”
    I
looked down at my hands, feeling my own frustration rise. We’d
had this fight before, many times. I had never liked him spending
money on me. I told myself it was because I was independent and had
been raised to take pride in providing for myself, but I knew, deep
down, that was only part of it. The truth was, I hated that other
people might think of me as a gold digger, someone who would use
Thomas and his wealth just to achieve an extravagant life style. I
didn’t want to be thought of as that
girl .
    You
can’t live your life worrying about what other people think ,
I reminded myself for what felt like the hundredth time. You
can’t make your decisions based on some tabloid-reading
stranger’s opinion.
    “You’re
right,” I conceded. “We’re lucky to not have to
worry. Let’s not fight.”
    He
opened his eyes, turning his head to look at me. “Really?”
    “Really.”
I held up a finger. “That doesn’t mean I want our wedding
to be silly and extravagant—no champagne fountains or crystals
in the flower arrangements.”
    His
eyes twinkled at me as he grinned. “I hardly think of either of
us as champagne fountain kinds of people.” His face grew
serious. “We won’t be showy, Lizzie. That’s not
like either of us. But I have absolutely no qualms about throwing my
name around if it means I get to marry you sooner.”
    “Such
a diva,” I sighed, squealing and sliding away down the couch
when he moved to tickle me.
    “Answer
me this,” he said, grabbing my hands and pulling me back toward
him. “If you had your choice, and timeframe was no object, what
season would you want to get married in?”
    “Autumn,”
I said automatically. “Maybe October. It’s my favorite
time of year.” I looked down at my lap, a little shy. “It’s
also when we fell in love.” When I raised my eyes, his smile
was huge.
    “October
it is, then.”
    We
stared at each other for a moment, both grinning like idiots, as the
magnitude of the decision hit us. We were getting married in less
than six months.
    “So,”
I finally said, turning back to the laptop screen, still unable to
totally wipe the goofy smile from my face. “We have a date-ish.
We should probably figure out what kind of wedding we want—formal?
Church? Outdoors? Ballroom?”
    “There’s
probably one other thing we should decide first.” His voice was
slightly guarded, as if he was worried about my reaction.
    “What’s
that?”
    “Where
are we doing this? Detroit? Or…London?”
    I
swallowed hard. I couldn’t pretend I had never thought about
this. My entire family was based here, obviously, and, like Thomas
had joked, there were quite a few of them. Thomas, on the other hand,
had a much smaller immediate and extended family. It would make more
sense, logically, to have the wedding here, just based on the number
of people that would need to make a transatlantic trip. But still…
    “Lizzie?”
    “I’ve
always imagined it there,” I whispered. “Every single
time I think