nate sat with his arm slung around the back of desirae’s chair, watching as their hired wedding planner — an ironically divorced blonde in her thirties — spread out small, rectangular pieces of cardstock across their dining room table. finally time to look at invitations, she explains with an enormous smile. nate is almost certain that he detects a hint of relief in her tone. although the two have not been actively planning their wedding for the entire six years that they’ve been engaged, the amount of that time they have devoted to things like touring venues and tasting countless cake flavors and testing out different fonts or color schemes on mock - up wedding invitations feels immense ( and occasionally endless ) to nate, who hasn’t even been present for every little thing like his fiance and their wedding planner. before the blonde had arrived at their los angeles penthouse apartment, dizzy had informed him that picking out the design of the invitations was one of the final joint decisions that they would need to make before the wedding. nate was fully prepared to second whatever she wanted, which has been his stance on most decisions throughout the planning process thus far. “ which one do you like ? ” he turned his head and murmured to dizzy, expectant brow raised. / @ofdesirae
