My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
“Babe, I’ve handled emergency C-sections in under four minutes. You think I can’t secure a bedazzled officiant with an open time slot?”
I laughed. “Touché.”
“I’ll text you the chapel location,” he continued, pulling out his phone to send it. “And as for the rest of the day—there are boutiques all over this hotel. Just check the directory in the lobby or by the elevators. Find what you need. No budget.”
Rachel made a high-pitched oof sound. “Did you just say ‘no budget’? Is this what power feels like?”
“And,” Stacy added, looking straight at me, “the spa is on the second level. I called ahead. They’re expecting you both in thirty minutes.”