Page 101 of The Romance Fiasco

Isla and Royal have their first dance and I can’t help but recap another recent wedding, but it’s time for that memory to go into cold storage. Well, except for the bits with my future husband.

The song that Magnus sang to me, that he played the piano along with, comes on and we step onto the dance floor, getting into a groove. A good one, the best one.

“This is our song,” I say.

“Should we dance to it at our wedding?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think today was your special day, you’re so...”

“Happy? I’m genuinely happy for Isla and Royal. They have something special.”

Magnus takes my hand, glances at the engagement ring, and shimmies me closer. “We do too. Should we start planning our big day?”

“How about little?” I say.

He swirls me and I inhale his mountain air, high-altitude scent.

“Little?”

“This is a huge wedding. I’m thinking something smaller, more intimate.”

“I like the sound of that. Close friends and family only. That’ll keep wedding invitations and seating arrangements simple.”

Biting my lip, I say, “Thoughts on Ross and Romy?”

“In a way, they brought us together.”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to call them matchmakers, but you do have a point.”

“But Ross didn’t show exemplary behavior at Sean’s tribute and the grand opening of Boo’s Battle Bros.”

“If he weren’t Sean’s brother, I’d uninvite Ross from my life,” Magnus says.

I laugh and mentally cross them off the invite list with relief.

“Looks to me like Isla and Royal invited half the town.”

Robyn, her sister, has looked highly disgruntled all day, but especially so after she had to walk down the aisle with the best man, a guy named Jack.

Hopefully, it’ll work out favorably for her like it did with Magnus and me.

“Soon, accounts of tonight will be broadcast across the Coconut Wireless.”

“You got that right,” Magnus says, likely remembering when our engagement was announced before we’d even had a chance to tell his brother. But I can’t be mad because my future is so bright, so clear, so perfect.

Except one thing.

“Have you given any thought to our honeymoon?”

Magnus wears a sly grin. “I have.”

“And?” I ask, leaning in.

“It’s all taken care of.”

“What do you mean? We haven’t even set a date yet.”

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