Calling Off the Wedding and Finding Myself
I was two hours late the day we went to see the wedding apartment.
By the time I rushed over, Serena Dupree had already signed the purchase agreement and was leaning her head against Ryan Hale's, deep in discussion about the renovation.
They'd gone from debating a gaming room to a nursery, and now they were arguing over whether the master bathroom needed a bathtub.
Nearby, a middle-aged couple watched with amused smiles and teased Ryan.
"You two are clearly decorating a newlywed home, young man. In a marriage, the husband listens to the wife."
Ryan coughed, awkward, and glanced at Serena, whose face had gone faintly pink.
"Fine, fine, whatever she wants."
I stood a little way off, wat