"So, when are we stopping by the place you wanted to take me?"
"Soon, Desmond. Right now, let's focus on shopping for the wedding, no? I can't believe those idiots decided to hand us the invite five days before their wedding, like, were they hoping to surprise us so we could attend the event dressed like fashion disasters?" Leilani hisses, looking at the invite I handed her. "At least the invite looks cute—but the design is the same as the one we used for our wedding."
"And the color too," I point at the pink edges, using that as leverage for me to wrap my arm around Leilani's waist since the edge of the card is on the other side. Her sweet citrusy hair conditioner scent hits my nostrils in an instant and I close my eyes for a moment, inhaling it.
