“Was the wedding everything you wanted? Because I know how important it is. Or at least I seem to remember thinking it must be important to you. After all, you started hoarding wedding magazines when you were ten,” he teases.
I bite my lower lip, and look down, embarrassed. But then I answer, “It couldn’t have been more perfect. How long have you been planning this?”
“A little while,” he says, as if it’s no big deal.
This morning seems like weeks ago, when he was up early and getting ready to go into ‘work.’ He must have been preparing all day getting ready. “How did your business deal turn out?”
“The business deal?”
“The one you’ve been working so hard on for the past few weeks.” I smile playfully at him.
His lips tug up in a grin. “So far so good. No, scratch that. It’s perfect.”