We were back in LA few days later.
I didn't expect to feel nervous.
It was supposed to be a simple meeting, one that didn't require my hands shaking the way they were now.
The penthouse was filled with the faint scent of vanilla candles and coffee when Jace and I sat across from the wedding planner he'd hired. It was a woman named Cecilia, with perfectly styled hair and a voice that sounded like it had planned a thousand beautiful love stories.
"So," Cecilia began with a bright smile, "you two are renewing your vows. That's beautiful. Four years together, right?"
I nodded slowly. "Almost four."
Jace reached for my hand under the table and squeezed it gently. "Feels like longer sometimes," he said, smirking.
I nudged him with my knee, trying not to smile too wide. Cecilia laughed politely, flipping through her notes.
"We'll start with location options," she said. "Do you have a preference? Beach, garden, ballroom, villa…?"
