The day before the wedding was filled with last-minute changes to menus, flowers, or whatever else could need to be changed.
All of it was handled by Corrine, while Ashleigh and Bell took the day to relax as they awaited the arrival of the Summer wolves that evening.
“So, do you want to know anything about Fiona?” Ashleigh asked.
“Not really,” Bell said.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m pretty sure anything you tell me about her will only add to the already sky-high anxiety I am feeling about meeting her.”
“What if I tell you she is a sweetheart who will absolutely adore you,” Ashleigh asked.
“Then I will call you a big fat liar pants because you’ve already told me she hates you.”
“Well, but I said she would love you, not me,” Ashleigh corrected.
“But if she loves me, she would have to love you because we exist on the same level of awesome.”
“That is very true,” Ashleigh laughed. “So, I guess you’re screwed.”
“Hey!” Bell threw a pillow at Ashleigh.
