Page 54 of Honeymoon Phase
“Cozy, Trista, Dakota, and whoever else you’re close to.”
My brows furrow. “Oh... like... we all try on dresses?”
“No silly, we just watch you try on dresses.” She chuckles like I just said the silliest thing in the world. “Unless you want them to be bridesmaids?”
“Um... I haven’t thought about bridesmaids.”
“No problem!” she says, pushing the binder toward me. “It’s all in the quiz.”
I stare down at the binder, suddenly feeling like I’m back in school and needing to cram for a big test. I never liked school. Hated it in fact. My head is swimming with information overload and we’ve only just begun.
“Do you mind if we exchange numbers before I head out? That way I can text you with calendar requests?”
“Um... sure,” I mumble and hand over my phone to watch Luke’s mom type in her number and then call my phone.
“Be sure to save that!” She points to the device in my hand and I smile and nod woodenly. “Okay, I have loads to do and you have a lumberyard to run!” She looks around and presses a hand to her chest before staring back at me. “This is very impressive, Addison.”
“What is?”
“You. Here.” She inhales deeply. “My son sure knows how to pick ’em.”
With a wave of her fingers she’s off like some sort of fairy godmother-in-law and before I know it, I’m at my desk on a website I’ve never heard of and several clicks into a wedding quiz from hell and catapulting myself into a full-blown panic attack.
After spending over an hour on this miserable quiz, I’m still only halfway done. Halfway? What the fuck other questions do these people have for me? I want out but now I’ve come so far and it seems like a waste to click out now. And I bet then I lose my answers. I haven’t even got to reception questions yet!
In a fit of rage, I grab my phone and call the only person who deserves this fury.
“Hello?” Luke answers, his voice calm and casual, the complete opposite of my inner psyche.
“What season are you?” I bark into the phone, bypassing pleasantries as I pound away on the keyboard of my computer.
“What?”
“What season are you?” My voice rises as I stand up and step away from the computer like it’s about to light on fire.
“I don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I need to know your season so I know what color palette to pick for the wedding,” I snipe, pushing my hand into my hair. “I think I’m an Autumn, but if you’re a Spring, we’re basically fucked according to the quiz.”
“According to what quiz?” Luke growls, finally reaching my level of frustration. “Are you having a stroke?”
“No. I’m taking a quiz your mother gave me after she dropped by today with a binder that looks like it contains the codes to the nuclear bombs.”
Luke exhales heavily. “Of course this is my mother’s doing. I would expect nothing less of Johanna Fletcher. This is where Everly gets it—”
“When did we get engaged?” I ask, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“Huh?”
“It’s customary to send out engagement announcements and we screwed the pooch on that one, but I’m thinking we can send one out retroactively. I need to text your mom to get the name of a good photographer. Shit, what the hell am I going to wear for that kind of photoshoot? Ireallyneed to know what fucking season you are, Luke. I’m assuming your personal style is rustic, right?”
“Um... it is if that’s what you want it to be.”
“I think I’m classic so we’re fucked again, Fletcher. This is a—”
“Go outside,” Luke barks forcefully, cutting me off.
“Huh?”
