Page 21 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“Oh my God, they put the wrong names on the invitations.” I stared at Nathan. “Charleigh is going to freak out. We were supposed to sit down when she got back, address them all, and get them sent out. Bro, I can’t call her and tell her this. It’ll ruin her trip.”

“She’s expecting you to Facetime her. You have no choice, Jarod.” He smirked as he patted my back. “I have to go and give Nicholas his dinner. I’ll stop by Shaun’s when I’m done.”

I couldn’t believe this happened. I first looked up the phone number of the place that did the invitations for us. When I clicked on their website, a box appeared with a message.

Due to the holidays, we will be closed from December 24-January 8, 2024.

If you have any questions or concerns about your order,

we will be happy to assist you when we return.

“What the fuck?” I said out loud. “January 8th? Why the hell do they need the first week of January off?”

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. My phone rang, and when I looked down at it, Charleigh was Facetiming me. Shit.

“Hey, babe.” I smiled as I answered the call.

“Christian, I’ve been waiting for you to call me.” Her brows furrowed. “Did you open the invitations?”

As much as I wanted to lie to her and tell her that I didn’t, I couldn’t.

“Yeah, babe. I opened them.”

“Then why didn’t you call me the minute you opened them?”

“Nathan was here with Nicholas.”

“Oh. Well, let me see.” A bright grin crossed her face.

“Charleigh, I need—”

“Christian, let me see them.” Her tone was adamant.

Sighing, I grabbed the invitation and reluctantly held it up.

“Oh my God, they’re so—” The bright smile on her face disappeared. “Who the fuck is Jessica & Jarod? They put the wrong names on the invitations?!” She shouted as tears filled her eyes.

“Babe, calm down. It’s not a big deal. I’ll take care of it.”

“Christian, we were supposed to address them when I got back and get them in the mailbox. We’re running out of time.” She started hyperventilating.

“Deep breath, babe. Do you trust me? Charleigh, do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you.”

“I’m taking care of it. Enjoy the rest of your trip, and don’t give it a second thought.”

“Christian, I—”

“Babe, trust me. Everything will be okay. I promise you.”

“Okay.” She sniffled.

“I love you. Go have fun with the girls.”

“I love you, too.”

I ended the call, set my phone down, and gripped the edge of the island.

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