Willow POV
Prissy and I are both exhausted. We have worked all day trying to get ready for my secret wedding. I have not seen Lazarus since this morning. I know he was going to slip out to buy a new suit. I asked him to wear a purple tie. I could not believe with all of the ties this man has; he does not own not one purple tie.
“Willow, the priest, will be here in a couple of hours; we should start getting you ready,” Prissy says.
“I know. I want to put out a few more flowers, then I will start getting ready,” I say.
Prissy stops me. “I think we have enough. I ordered a small cake from the bakery. It will be here in an hour. I ordered a meal to be delivered for us,” Prissy says.
“What will Lazarus want to eat?” I ask.
“Probably something B positive,” Prissy says with a laugh.
“I am B positive,” I say.
“Exactly,” Prissy says.
“OH!” I exclaim.
“Come on. We need to do your hair and makeup,” Prissy says.
“Do I have to wear a lot of makeup?” I ask Prissy.