Rejected By My Hockey Alpha
"The Grand Ballroom downtown holds three hundred, or we could do the ceremony at Moonlight Lake if we want something more intimate."
"Whatever you prefer," I say, staring into my coffee cup.
She looks up, her perfectly styled eyebrows pulling together in frustration. "Timothy, you need to have opinions about our wedding."
"I do have opinions," I reply defensively.
"Name one." Her voice sharpens with challenge.
I stare at the fabric samples, trying to summon some feeling about pale pink versus blush. "I like the... pink one?" I venture weakly.
"That's dusty rose, and it's for the napkins, not the flowers," she corrects with barely concealed exasperation. She sighs and sits back in her chair,