"So I was thinking for the entourage, we use some hyacinths for the bridesmaids and flower girls to carry instead of the usual roses...."
"That sounds lovely, Mom." Wolfe sipped on his cup gently, taking his time and savoring it.
"And for the reception, how about....."
The family continued to discuss wedding plans by the veranda of the large cabin they inhabited. There were actually a group of cabins and people were divided, with Wolfe and 'Leon' having a cabin of their own.
This was a clubhouse of sorts, where the reception of the ceremony would be.
There was nothing wrong with Wolfe Fang at all.
His movements and idiosyncrasies were the same. Only that his eyes seemed to be just slightly droopier than usual.....
And 'Leon' always stayed close by his side, his hand never leaving his back or his waist.
The days went on until the wedding. It was already January 1, past New Year's Eve.
