Mail Order Groom: A BWWM Novella by A. N. Boyden

Author:A. N. Boyden [Boyden, A. N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-12T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Nina stared at the church’s decoration in awe. Stacy had incredible tastes that seemed to be snatched straight from Nina’s vision board. Nina wanted this…one day.

“Close your mouth, or you might catch a fly,” Zane warned.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It’s so beautiful.”

“It is."

"I wonder what the reception will look like."

“Over the top and over budget,” Zane replied, earning a gentle elbow from Nina. “What? I’m telling the truth.”

“I’m sorry. You’re probably right. I think it’s so easy to go over budget on a wedding.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you grocery shop. Every time we’re done, you go through the basket and take out everything you’ve deemed you can live without.

“No truer words were spoken. I think the problem most women may have is not exploring their options.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think a lot of women attend those bridal expos, and those are all about making money and connections and promoting vendor services. They’ll feature hair and makeup artists, photographers, caterers, florists, bakers, venues, bridal boutiques, you name it. Instead, I’m sure if a couple did a little more due diligence and used small businesses, they’d save a fortune. Some home bakers can whip up a wedding cake better than a cake shop. Shoot, for a venue, you can rent out a really swanky Airbnb and host the wedding and the reception there. I wouldn’t buy a dress from a bridal shop. You could find a seamstress to do the same thing for a quarter of the price. With a little bit of love and patience, these little decorations can be handmade. Work smarter, not harder.”

“I see you have our wedding all planned out,” Zane teased, stretching his arm across the pew behind Nina's back.

“Don’t get killed in this church.” Nina hissed.

“I’m just speaking it into existence. But I get it. You want to play hard to get. That’s fine. I have five months,” Zane sighed, popping a handful of Skittles into his mouth.

“Hey, where did you get Skittles? I want some.” Zane reached into the inside of his suit pocket and deposited a handful of Skittles into Nina’s greedy hand.

“Oh, no, playboy. This isn’t going to work for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I hate the green Skittles. We need to exchange these.”

“What are you talking about? The green ones are the best,” Zane proclaimed.

“Then you should have no problem taking them back. I know you must have a couple of pink ones in there.”

“Uh-uh. I don’t know where your grimy hands have been.”

“My grimy hands are about to be around your throat if you don’t take these back.”

“You hear that, God? Nina’s threatening bodily harm against me,” Zane joked, causing Nina to kiss her teeth in displeasure.

“Just forget it. I hope one of those Skittles goes down the wrong windpipe.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Zane chuckled. “You think the food is going to be any good?”

“There has to be some sort of direct correlation between churches and your stomach because I swear food is the only thing you think about in church.

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