“We’re down a maid of honor, two bridesmaids, and a custom veil,” he said.

“We still have Ryan and Chloe,” I said.

Ethan pulled the velvet box from his pocket and set it on the glass table next to his coffee.

“We have these too,” he said.

“We’re not using those,” I said.

“She had her hands all over them.”

Ethan looked at the velvet box.

“What are we using, then?” he asked.