Wedding Plans: Hannah

As I made my way to the kitchen for a late lunch, I thought about how much Roman was amazing me. He had his assistant not only contact wedding vendors, but he also texted me for information to get a marriage license. 

He was really taking this wedding seriously, and I felt like I was just hanging on to the back of a ride that was going too fast.

I sat down at the breakfast nook table to eat my chicken caesar salad when the doorbell rang. After a couple of bites, I heard a commotion at the front of the house, like large items being moved around, and I frowned. What the hell was going on?

A maid appeared at the kitchen door. "Ma'am, there are movers here," she said, "with Lorianne Macalester."

"Lori!" I said, jumping up from the table and running down the corridor past the dining room, where I found the huge front entry. Lori was speaking with one of the men who were moving in large boxes. When she saw me, she squealed, and we ran into each other's arms.