Wedding Organizer

"What? Wedding Organizer?" I asked.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, it's your job, right?" she said, laughing, and gave me a playful tap. "That's why I wanted you to plan everything about our wedding!" she continued. "Besides, Patrick and I have already discussed this!" she added.

Really?

"Say yes, please. I can't imagine anyone else doing this but you. I want you to be fully involved, Alex. You mean so much to me, and I want you to share in every part of this journey because that's how deeply I love you!" She playfully pouted, pinching my nose. "And, naturally, I insist on having you as my maid of honor!" she declared with a smile.

"Really? But–"

"I'll be upset with you if you won't!" She pouted again, crossing her arms.

"Of course, Miyah. I can't really say no to you." I surrendered.

I can't stop staring at the ring on her finger.

Six years, Alex! Why keep confusing yourself?