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‘No. God, Nick no. Don’t be stupid,’ she exclaimed, taking hold of both his hands and squeezing them tight.
‘Then what is it? What’s freaking you out about setting a date for our wedding?’
‘Oh I don’t know. The thought of planning it all, probably. I mean, weddings are about families and I don’t have one. That kind of means your side of the church is going to be packed full of people and mine is going to have the Petroholis family,’ Freya said, sighing.
‘I haven’t exactly got a big family. Anyway, if we invite all the Petroholis family, including all their aunts, uncles and cousins, we’ll need to hire the entire Empire State Building for the reception.’
Freya smiled. He was right. Once that Greek family got together, it was like a crowd inside a baseball game.
‘And it takes a lot of organisation, which is fine if you’re Emma, but not so good if you’re me. I mean, I couldn’t organise a personal organiser,’ Freya told him.
‘So, do you want a lavish white wedding with ten bridesmaids and a team of coordinators? Or were you planning to sell the rights to the photographs to Shooting Stars magazine?’ Nicholas asked her.
‘Well, no.’
‘Then what’s the problem? Let’s set a date and plan the wedding we want. A quiet wedding if that’s what you’d prefer,’ he suggested.
‘But is that what you want too? It isn’t just about me.’
‘I want whatever you want. I just want to make a commitment to you. I want you to be my wife. How we make the commitment isn’t so important as long as it’s special, for both of us.’
‘So, if I said I wanted to just fly to Las Vegas one day and get married in a drive-through chapel with two witnesses and an Elvis impersonator, you would be cool with that?’
‘Yes I would. If it means making you Mrs Kaden, I’d be cool with anything,’ he told her.
She nodded and then turned away from him and began walking across the street towards the road to their home.
‘So? Is that the end of the conversation? Do you need time to think about it or something?’ He hurried to catch her up.
‘No one’s been able to tell me if we’re going to get snow here. Do you think a winter wedding would be cool?’
‘You want to do it now? Near Christmas?’ The excitement in his voice was clear.
‘Yes, is that too soon for you? I thought that if we’re going to do it, we’d better do it before you go all Out of Africa on me.’
‘A winter wedding sounds fantastic. Come here,’ he ordered her. He took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him.
Looking down at her, he gently ran his fingers across the surgeon’s headscarf covering her forehead.
He cupped her face with his hands. Freya smiled at him and put her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her to kiss him.
‘I love you, Freya.’
‘I love you too.’
He kissed her nose and slipped his hand into hers.
‘So do you really want to go to Vegas?’ he asked.
‘I haven’t decided how I want to do it yet. But one thing I do know… I’m going to be the one wearing the dress.’ She pulled at the hem of Nicholas’ nurse uniform and ran off up the road, laughing.
9
Elvis was singing to her. It was ‘Love me Tender’ and he was dressed in a white, flared jumpsuit covered in rhinestones. His hair was jet black, styled in a quiff and he was wearing huge, gold sunglasses. And then her nose felt wet and scratchy. It was like someone was rubbing a damp emery board across it.
Freya opened her eyes and felt fur touch her cheek and whiskers poke her eyes. It was Willis, licking her nose.
‘You hungry?’ Freya asked him.
