Nevara
“We’ve officially had our first wedding emergency.” Drake said.
I groaned dramatically and let my head fall back against the chair.
“Don’t remind me.”
“You know…”
“What?”
“I’ve heard every wedding needs at least one.”
“I would’ve preferred the flowers arriving the wrong color.”
“That’s significantly less entertaining.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I think you’re confusing entertaining with emotionally damaging.”
“They overlap more often than you’d think.”
I laughed, the disappointment from a few minutes ago easing just a little.
Then another thought struck me so suddenly that I actually sat up straighter.
“Oh my God.”
Drake blinked.
“What?”
“I just had a brilliant idea.”
His entire posture changed instantly.
He pushed himself away from the wall and rubbed his hands togethe
