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“I’m fine with that, too.” Mac grabbed the back of his neck. “This got so out of control. Harriet’s having to reach out to all these people and knowing some of them don’t want to work with us because there are three of us? I mean, it should be about the three of us and our love for each other.”
I frowned, the laughter fizzing out. “I really wanted my family on board.”
“I know,” Bash murmured, rubbing my lower back. “I did, too.”
Mac’s shoulders fell, and he put his arms around both of us. “We have each other?”
The way he said it like a question tore my heart open. He brushed away the tears that fell down my cheek, his face softening. “I’ve got you,” he murmured.
Bash leaned in close, creating a huddle that shielded me from the gardens and let me cry in peace.
“You’re right. We have each other and I should be grateful for that.” I wiped the back of my hand across my nose. “And I am—”
“But it’s not what you pictured,” Bash answered for me when I couldn’t.
I nodded and took in a huge breath that made me a little dizzy. “It’ll be okay, though. Let’s walk around and daydream, okay?”
Mac nodded, smiling softly. “Sounds good to me.”
We strolled around the grounds, soaking in the garden’s beauty. I couldn’t picture getting married there, but it was our best option, and, at the end of the day, the venue really didn’t matter.
We reached the front office and watched as the couple that had been handsy and awestruck when we first got there walked out of the main office, looking like they’d both been crying.
“Hey,” Mac yelled over to them. “Everything okay?”
The two of them looked at each other before looking back at us. She shook her head, and he wrapped his arm around her, calling back, “The venue’s all booked up.”
They wanted this venue. They could see themselves getting married there. I could see them getting married there.
“Let’s give them the venue,” I blurted before I even knew what I was saying.
Mac’s eyes widened. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a long time, Pink.”
We both looked at Bash, who was frowning and watching the sullen couple. “Let’s do it.”
They didn’t even question me or try to talk me out of it. This was the first thing about our wedding planning that had seemed right in a really long time. A weight lifted off my chest and I jogged over to tell them the good news, tugging my guys with me as love bubbled in my chest.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Emily
“Thanks for coming.” I opened the door for my friend, grateful to have a girl’s night while Bash and Mac helped Strelow move some stuff out of storage.
“Of course, Em.” She shuffled into the house, carrying delicious smelling bags of food. I took them from her and lined them up on the counter.
Roxie put her arms out, and I fell into them, letting her bakery-scented hug center me.
We opened the containers, revealing two types of soup—roasted garlic tomato and creamy potato—French bread, roasted broccoli, and grilled chicken.
“You spoil me,” I said as I tore a piece of bread for each of us and plated our meals with her.
“You need some spoiling. Tell me everything—”
“This all seems so dramatic and in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not a big deal—”
“Hush,” she said, putting her hand up. “This is your wedding. We dream about this day pretty much our whole lives and yours has gone to shit—”
“I know I should be grateful—”
