I preen my finger along my hair. Smoothing down the final flyaway.
I canât wait for today, to see everyoneâs face, so many toasts to be had. I hope the foodâs good. God, please make sure Aunt Meredith hasnât made her _famous_ cheesecake. Iâm sure she just confuses concrete mix with sugar.
âSo everythingâs been finalised?â
âEverything, every detail. It will go as planned, I promise, baby.â Dean ...