Chapter 295. Wedding Two.
CAMERON
We had chosen smaller deliberately.
Not less. Not a consolation version of something larger we hadn't managed to organize but because we were private people and needed less people that genuinely loved us, rather than a large crowd that might not be too open minded seeing two men marry.
Lucian had been clear about this from the beginning of the planning, in the flat, practical way he was clear about most things.
"I don't need a production," he'd said. "I need it to be true. Those are different requirements."
"Agreed," I'd said.
Lake had, briefly, lobbied for something larger, on the grounds that his binder had already been extensively developed, and it seemed a shame to waste the research. We had thanked him for the binder and kept our plans exactly
