16

It has been a week since I chose my dress for the wedding. Today we are all at my house, meaning Leon, my parents, his parents, all the bridesmaids, all the groomsmen, and my grandparents, deciding all the final decision for the wedding. My grandparents, really my grandma, insisted that they come over to make everyone snacks. My grandma just dragged grandpa along without giving him a choice. I'm glad they are here, grandpa isn't afraid to speak up if he knows I don't like something, I don't like speaking up against people often.  

"Cake is-" mom starts but I cut her off.  

"It is a four layered cake, squares," I tell her, "each layer is different. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and marble."  

"Buttercream frosting," Leon says as my mom is writing everything down. I look up at Leon with a confused look. He told me I could decide everything, I wasn't wanting buttercream, I wanted whipped frosting.  

"Red wine for the wedding party t