Adrian and I were supposed to get married that summer.
Marriage

By spring, almost everything was ready. We’d already booked the venue.n I’d chosen my dress.
Weddings
We argued over cake flavors and laughed at how ridiculous we sounded.
Dresses
He wanted chocolate.
I wanted lemon.
“We’re seriously fighting over cake now?” Adrian asked one night, staring at me across our kitchen table.
“We’re not fighting,” I said. “I’m explaining why you’re wrong.”
He laughed so hard he nearly spilled his coffee.