He crinkled the paper around the next glass vase.

“Look, she’s taking the small details off your plate,” he said.

I held the tape dispenser tight in my hand.

“She booked the suite right next to ours without asking me,” I said.

Ethan checked his watch again.

“That’s what a maid of honor does,” he said.

“I want her to stick to the original timeline,” I said.

Ethan ran his hand through his hair.