Ezra
The yard at the clubhouse is bustling with so much energy. There’s drinks, there’s food, there’s music.
We decided that the reception be held much later in the evening especially because of how our morning went.
Besides, my wife needed the full details of what happened this morning including a meeting with Donovan.
Whatever wife wants, wife gets.
Speaking of her, I see her striding up to me in her third outfit for the night. A short, flared out dress. Her long legs are on display, and f**k, if she bends just a little bit, she’ll be flashing everyone.
We’ve barely had time to be together since after the wedding and the meeting with Donovan. We’ve been pulled this way and that, especially because this reception did not need an event planner.
We wanted to throw a proper MC wedding
