What’s Your Flavor // 84. Plan

“Okay, enough’s enough,” Kinsey said, dropping a notebook and pen onto the table before sitting across from Taylor. His fork stopped midway to his mouth and he looked at her cautiously.

“What’s enough?” he asked.

“Us procrastinating. We’ve been engaged for a month and haven’t talked about anything,” she explained, “I’m not trying to be a Bridezilla here, but we have to do at least some planning.”

“I thought we weren’t in a rush. You know, get married in a year?” he said hesitantly, telling from the look on his face that he was missing something.

“That’s how long it takes to plan a wedding unless you’re insane like Tif and already know exactly what you want for everything,” she said, flipping open to the first page and uncapping her pen.

“You’ve never planned a dream wedding?” he teased.

“Sure I have. One involved Jonathan Taylor Thomas and the other was with Brian from the Backstreet Boys.”

“You never liked the Backstreet Boys,” he scoffed.

“Yes I did,” she laughed, “I just never told you guys about it. Tif and I saw them in concert.” His mouth dropped open.

“Lies.”

“Whatever you want to believe,” she smiled, “So, when do we want to get married?”

“Tomorrow,” he grinned back. She kicked his leg under the table.

“And how do you propose we do that?”

“Go to City Hall,” he shrugged.

“You want to get married at the courthouse? Are you kidding me?” she asked, shooting him a glare.

“Yes, Grumpelstiltskin, I’m kidding,” he rolled his eyes, “But we’d be married and isn’t that the point?”

“Of course it is, but I’m a girl and I want a wedding, damn it!” she said. He laughed and reached across the table to take her hand in his.

“And you’ll have one. A perfect one.”

“Nothing’s perfect,” she said.

“You are.”

“Just shut up and pick a date,” she said, trying not to smile.

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