Page 36 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“I just can’t picture you here,” he says, ignoring my question.
“Well, I think it’s perfect,” I lie.
Matthew’s nod agrees with me, but the look on his face says he thinks I’m lying.
Fuck him.
“Excuse me,” I tell him as I move to join Hunter and Liza as she is saying, “I don’t know how we missed this before, but you’ll have to cap it at three hundred for a sit-down dinner.”
“Oh.” Hunter’s disappointment is clear.
“That’s okay, isn’t it?” I ask.
“No,” Liza says. “We’ve got an initial list of over five hundred now.”
“Five hundred?” I turn to Hunter. “How did that happen? We haven’t even put together a guest list yet.”
Hunter scratches his jaw and begins to pace. “It’s just a rough estimate that Liza and I put together.”
“For some reason, I assumed you and I would select the guests for our wedding, how silly of me,” I mumble, frustrated.
Hunter continues to pace. Liza returns to typing on her phone. How can she always havethatmuch to say?
“Did you have anyone who youreallywanted to attend anyway?” Matthew asks me. “I mean, second marriage and all.”
I look at him sharply. “Who the hell—”
“How many do you think you’ll have, my queen?” Hunter interrupts.
I have to think about it.
Crap. In a way, Matthew is right. I don’t have a lot of people that I feel close enough to that I want them attending my second wedding. On the other hand, why do I care? People get married again all the time. But this wedding is not as important to me as it is to Hunter. The marriage is. Just not the wedding.
“Well, how many can I have?” I know I sound petulant, but I don’t stop myself.
Click.
I turn to give Matthew a dirty look, then decide against it in case he takes a picture ofthatas well. I’ve got to not let his comments influence me. Hunter wants him as the photographer and his work speaks for itself. He seems to have this uncanny ability to get inside my head and I don’t like it. At all.
Click.
Matthew snaps one of Hunter in thought.
At least he’s not solely focused on shots of me.
Hunter ignores Matthew and the camera. “Obviously as many as you’d like, of course.”
“I’m sure I can keep it at one hundred if I do mostly close associates,” I say.
Hunter nods at Liza, who in turn begins to type furiously on her phone.
“Maybe we should sit down later and devise a list together,” I suggest to my fiancé.
“I just didn’t want to bother you with such things,” Hunter says.
“Things like the guest list?” I clarify.
“It sounds kind of silly when you say it out loud,” he says.
