“You got your vows ready?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll say something that will make Devon swoon, he’ll say something that will piss me off, then we’ll be married. All good.”
I smiled at that thought. I’d read every single one of the crumpled-up pieces of paper he tried to hide in the trash can. Devon was going to love my shirt.
You don't understand! I'm so happy like it's my wedding. I could cry. Probably will.
— Jan 16, 2026 03:39PM
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