stuff.”
“Sure,” Declan laughs and I smile at the family banter. Fiona and I can be the same way.
“Speaking of Marc, Amberlyn, we will need to get you in with him. Have him design you some clothes. He won’t have time to do your wedding gown, but he’ll have your wardrobe done for after the wedding,” Mrs. O’Callaghan says.
I look over at her, confused. “My wardrobe?”
“Of course, you can’t run around in jeans and T-shirts, my dear. You’ll need nice clothes.”
“You’ll love him! We can go together! A girls’ trip!” Lena exclaims.
“I like my clothes,” I say, which silences the table. Looking around at all the faces staring at me, my heart jackhammers against my chest. “I like being comfortable.”
“Oh, he’ll make sure you are comfortable! Promise,” Lena assures me, but I have seen what she wears, and if they think I’m strolling through the pub in heels, they have another thing coming.
Before I can make that known though, Mrs. O’Callaghan says, “When do you want to go pick out a dress? I’d love to come and so would Lena.”
Not that I have anything against Declan’s mom or sister, but I really wanted to do that with my aunt and my cousin. Since I don’t want to offend them, I say, “I think we are planning that next week.”
“Oh, it will be a blast! Ma, you’ll have to call to make sure they have tea and everything set up.”
When I glance back at Mrs. O’Callaghan, she’s on her phone, nodding her head. “Already penciled it in. I’ll call in the morning. I am so excited.”
I smile, but I know it doesn’t reach my eyes as Mr. O’Callaghan says, “You’ll get married here, right, Declan?”
Declan nods. “Sure, Da.”
“Um,” I say, and all eyes shift to me. “My mom and dad got married on the B&B land, by the lake under the tree. I’d love to get married there.”
“Oh, of course,” Declan says quickly. “We’ll have to make sure Mr. and Mrs. Maclaster are okay with that, but yeah, I want that too.”
He smiles widely at me before returning to his plate, but when I look up, I can see that his parents don’t like that idea.
“Will it hold everyone?”
“Everyone?” I ask, looking at Declan.
“Yeah, it will be fine. I have a huge family, friends, and stuff. It will be grand.”
“Oh,” Mrs. O’Callaghan says, her shoulders falling. “We’ve all gotten married on this land.”
“Well, things change, Ma. I have to respect Amberlyn’s wishes too,” he says without looking at her, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I won’t give on this. No matter how disappointed his mother looks. I want her to like me, but I won’t budge on this.
“That’s settled then,” Mr. O’Callaghan says.
“Yes, I guess it is,” Mrs. O’Callaghan sighs as Declan looks over at me.
He sends me a grin before leaning over to kiss my lips softly. It’s way too quick in my opinion, and as he pulls back, he whispers, “I can’t wait to be married to you.”
“Me neither,” I say back, running my thumb along his lip to wipe away some of my lip gloss.
He gives me a wink before returning back to his plate. Leaning back in my seat, stuffed from the duck that was prepared, I look across the table as Mr. O’Callaghan asks, “Will you be moving in before or after the wedding?”
Moving in?
“We haven’t talked about that yet, Da,” Declan says without looking up. “We haven’t discussed a lot of things. Been waiting for her to heal and all.”
“That’s well and all,” Mr. O’Callaghan says, “but it’s coming up quick. The wedding, that is, and we want to make sure she is comfortable.”
“Sure, Da, let us talk privately about that.”
“Of course,” he says with a nod.
“Micah, you live here?” I find myself asking.
And to my surprise, he nods. “I do when I’m in here, and Lena stays with me in London.”
“Oh.”
“Are you one of those people who wait to move in until marriage?” Lena asks, a playful grin on her
“Sure,” Declan laughs and I smile at the family banter. Fiona and I can be the same way.
“Speaking of Marc, Amberlyn, we will need to get you in with him. Have him design you some clothes. He won’t have time to do your wedding gown, but he’ll have your wardrobe done for after the wedding,” Mrs. O’Callaghan says.
I look over at her, confused. “My wardrobe?”
“Of course, you can’t run around in jeans and T-shirts, my dear. You’ll need nice clothes.”
“You’ll love him! We can go together! A girls’ trip!” Lena exclaims.
“I like my clothes,” I say, which silences the table. Looking around at all the faces staring at me, my heart jackhammers against my chest. “I like being comfortable.”
“Oh, he’ll make sure you are comfortable! Promise,” Lena assures me, but I have seen what she wears, and if they think I’m strolling through the pub in heels, they have another thing coming.
Before I can make that known though, Mrs. O’Callaghan says, “When do you want to go pick out a dress? I’d love to come and so would Lena.”
Not that I have anything against Declan’s mom or sister, but I really wanted to do that with my aunt and my cousin. Since I don’t want to offend them, I say, “I think we are planning that next week.”
“Oh, it will be a blast! Ma, you’ll have to call to make sure they have tea and everything set up.”
When I glance back at Mrs. O’Callaghan, she’s on her phone, nodding her head. “Already penciled it in. I’ll call in the morning. I am so excited.”
I smile, but I know it doesn’t reach my eyes as Mr. O’Callaghan says, “You’ll get married here, right, Declan?”
Declan nods. “Sure, Da.”
“Um,” I say, and all eyes shift to me. “My mom and dad got married on the B&B land, by the lake under the tree. I’d love to get married there.”
“Oh, of course,” Declan says quickly. “We’ll have to make sure Mr. and Mrs. Maclaster are okay with that, but yeah, I want that too.”
He smiles widely at me before returning to his plate, but when I look up, I can see that his parents don’t like that idea.
“Will it hold everyone?”
“Everyone?” I ask, looking at Declan.
“Yeah, it will be fine. I have a huge family, friends, and stuff. It will be grand.”
“Oh,” Mrs. O’Callaghan says, her shoulders falling. “We’ve all gotten married on this land.”
“Well, things change, Ma. I have to respect Amberlyn’s wishes too,” he says without looking at her, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I won’t give on this. No matter how disappointed his mother looks. I want her to like me, but I won’t budge on this.
“That’s settled then,” Mr. O’Callaghan says.
“Yes, I guess it is,” Mrs. O’Callaghan sighs as Declan looks over at me.
He sends me a grin before leaning over to kiss my lips softly. It’s way too quick in my opinion, and as he pulls back, he whispers, “I can’t wait to be married to you.”
“Me neither,” I say back, running my thumb along his lip to wipe away some of my lip gloss.
He gives me a wink before returning back to his plate. Leaning back in my seat, stuffed from the duck that was prepared, I look across the table as Mr. O’Callaghan asks, “Will you be moving in before or after the wedding?”
Moving in?
“We haven’t talked about that yet, Da,” Declan says without looking up. “We haven’t discussed a lot of things. Been waiting for her to heal and all.”
“That’s well and all,” Mr. O’Callaghan says, “but it’s coming up quick. The wedding, that is, and we want to make sure she is comfortable.”
“Sure, Da, let us talk privately about that.”
“Of course,” he says with a nod.
“Micah, you live here?” I find myself asking.
And to my surprise, he nods. “I do when I’m in here, and Lena stays with me in London.”
“Oh.”
“Are you one of those people who wait to move in until marriage?” Lena asks, a playful grin on her
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