Chapter 239: The Wedding Planner

Billie Bob Taylor 

After we whipped up lunch at the speed of light and baked cookies we had a quick lunch with Pedro before we rushed upstairs to do some wedding planning. 

So far nothing really called out to us as we had been going through magazine after magazine. All we had so far was a date but we did not have a location, catering, a cake, a proper guest list, attire or even something as simple as flowers. 

"I figured I could just wear what I usually wear with a blazer and little flowers on my front pocket," I smiled at Benedito who looked at me with a blank facial expression. 

"There's no way you're wearing jeans to our wedding. Who wears jeans to a wedding?"

"Clearly you haven't been to the south or the west? It's a standard," I rolled my eyes, "I can't imagine on the happiest day of my life I'll be standing there in a tuxedo barely able to breathe. I went to prom in jeans and a blazer with my boots. My pictures came out good."