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Rosemary was humming when we were inside the car. "Did you have anything in mind for your wedding dress?" she asked me."

I shook my head when in reality, I have already thought about how my wedding would be like-simple and intimate. I only want a few people, the only people who mean so much to me and my groom, to come and witness it. We'll eat, celebrate and play at the reception. No elegant dresses. No expensive gifts. Just me, my groom, our family, and friends.

I smiled weakly and wondered if Rosemary would consider my opinion.

She smiled and held my hand, "I know this is all so quick to you and I'm sorry that I hadn't given you the room to breathe and process all of these in your system. But I'm sure that my son will treat you well," she told me. "He may look strong and authoritative but he's a sweet boy.

I bit my lip and nodded. I know that Jeff is a sweet boy. I've seen him since the day he helped me. Something must have changed in the way I look at