I preen my finger along my hair. Smoothing down the final flyaway.
I can’t wait for today, to see everyone’s face, so many toasts to be had. I hope the food’s good. God, please make sure Aunt Meredith hasn’t made her _famous_ cheesecake. I’m sure she just confuses concrete mix with sugar.
“So everything’s been finalised?”
“Everything, every detail. It will go as planned, I promise, baby.” Dean ...