“Could we just give it a few days to cool off?” I asked.

Ethan checked his watch, even though the digital clock was glowing right next to him.

“Look, the rehearsal dinner is in five days,” he said.

“We don’t have time to let this drag out.”

I looked at my own phone resting on the nightstand.

Under it sat my small leather notebook, where I had started drafting my handwritten vows.

Chloe was flying into the local airport on Wednesday afternoon, and I badly needed someone to talk to who lived outside this town.

“What exactly do you want me to say to her?” I asked.