Status: Finito.
The Other Things.
predicament.
Ean was freaking out.
He had given up on me knowing how to handle a wedding. (I don’t know where he got that idea in the first place.)
“What do you mean, the church is booked for that date? We’ve had it reserved for ten months!” he screamed at the person on the other end of the phone.
Not to mention our guests, the cake, or the reception.
Ean looked like he was going to cry as he got off the phone.
“Ruined. It’s all ruined, Torie.”
I opened my arms to him. “You weren’t made to control everything, Ean.”
He had given up on me knowing how to handle a wedding. (I don’t know where he got that idea in the first place.)
“What do you mean, the church is booked for that date? We’ve had it reserved for ten months!” he screamed at the person on the other end of the phone.
Not to mention our guests, the cake, or the reception.
Ean looked like he was going to cry as he got off the phone.
“Ruined. It’s all ruined, Torie.”
I opened my arms to him. “You weren’t made to control everything, Ean.”
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When you realize the world is not yours to manipulate....