Chapter 389: Cold Feet, Part 1

After a very large and very loud family dinner, I was in the kitchen helping clean up the mess. I was much too anxious to just sit still, and if I didn't do something, I was going to lose my mind.

"This is going to be a beautiful wedding," Larissa said as she filled the sink with warm, soapy water. "You and your friends did an amazing job."

"Thanks," I said. "But really, all the credit goes to Whitney." I smiled at her over my shoulder. "You should seriously think about becoming a wedding planner or something."

"I've actually been considering it," she said.

"Ladies," Sean said, carrying in a stack of dirty plates. "You really don't need to clean up. Me and the boys can take care of this."

"It's fine, Sean," I said, taking Larissa's spot at the sink and sticking my hands into the water. "I don't mind."

"If you insist," he said. He set the plates beside me on the counter. "Be sure to come talk to me before you leave tonight, okay?"