Bride-to-be

Lauren, Killian's poised cousin/baby sitter, seemed to be the director orchestrating the chaos.

As we sifted through racks of dresses that seemed more suitable for a royal ball than a shotgun wedding, Lauren regaled me with tales of Killian's childhood escapades. It was like getting the inside scoop on the enigmatic leading man of a blockbuster movie.

"You know," Lauren began, her fingers gliding over the sequins of a particularly extravagant gown, "when Killian was eight, he tried to impress a girl by climbing the tallest tree in the neighborhood. Ended up stuck there for hours until the fire department had to rescue him."

I burst into laughter, imagining a pre-teen Killian perched precariously in a tree, all bravado and misplaced heroics. "Well, he's certainly mastered the art of making an impression."

"That's one way to put it," Lauren agreed, shooting me a knowing smile. Lauren tilted her head, contemplating the idea. "You'd certainly be the talk of the town, but It won’t be lo