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about it, I think of us getting married in St. Mark’s
Church.” I met his gaze, his eyes softening, and I knew he was
thinking about our weekly visits to the church when I was living in
London. Though he’d never been much of a church-goer before, he
knew worshipping on a weekly basis was important to me and had joined
me every weekend he wasn’t working.
    “If
that’s what you imagine,” he said carefully, “then
that’s where it should be.”
    “It’s
a logistical nightmare,” I muttered, shaking my head. “How
on earth would we get all of the Medinas and Flores and everyone else
over there?” I felt a sad little swoop in my stomach, but I
pressed on. “It makes much more sense to get married here.”
    “We
could fly everyone over,” he argued. “It might be kind of
cool, actually. Give your aunts and uncles and all those cousins a
chance to see London. You said none of them had ever been to Europe.”
    I
sighed, not really wanting to bring up the money thing again so soon
but seeing no other choice. “Thomas, we said we weren’t
going to be showy, right? You realize I have thirty first cousins?
And their spouses, kids, my aunts and uncles…we’re
talking a hundred people, easy. We cannot fly them all there and put
them up. It’s…beyond extravagant.”
    “Would…would
they all have to come?” When it was clear I was about to argue,
he raised a hand to cut me off. “Just hear me out. What if we
brought over your close family for the wedding, then came back here
later for a big party with everyone else?”
    “I
don’t know.” I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, feeling
a headache coming on. I had thought starting to plan the wedding
would be so much fun, but we’d only been talking for half an
hour and I was already frustrated with the whole thing.
    “I
think…I think my parents might be upset if we did that.
Weddings are a big deal for our family, you know? Everyone comes. My
dad would think it was bad form to exclude anyone, including like,
third cousins I’ve never even met.” I remembered Laura’s
wedding a few years ago, how it had happened to fall only a few
months after my cousin Carla’s. My dad and my uncle had gone to
great pains to out do each other, each determined to throw the
biggest, best, most outlandish party. I felt another swoop of dismay
in my stomach. “They’re going to have a hard enough time
dealing with the fact that we’re going to pay for it, that they
won’t be the ones throwing it.”
    “Hey,”
Thomas said, tilting my chin up so I was looking at him. “Please
don’t get sad. This is our wedding, Lizzie. It’s for us,
not them. It will make me really sad if you spend the whole time
trying to please everyone else instead of thinking about what you
want.”
    I
nodded, but it was mostly for show. It was easy enough to say that,
but a lot harder to really believe it. I’d come a long way when
it came to standing up to my family, but the idea of upsetting them
over an event that was supposed to be joyous for everyone already had
my stomach in knots.
    “Let’s
table the London versus Detroit debate for now,” he said.
“We’ll talk to them after the party, see how big of a
deal it would be. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
I felt a little flicker of hope in my chest. Maybe if we could talk
to my parents in private, away from Maria and everyone else with an
oversized opinion, we could convince them that the wedding in
London/party in Detroit idea was a good one.
    He
pulled me back into his chest, and I nestled there, allowing myself
to imagine the wedding I had dreamed of, in London, where we had
fallen in love, surrounded only by the people that meant the most to
us.
    “There
is one other thing we should talk about tonight,” he murmured
into my hair before kissing the top of my head.
    “What’s
that?”
    “Where
should we go for our honeymoon?”
    “Somewhere
warm,” I said immediately, thinking of Malibu. Though spring
was fast approaching in Michigan,