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"The black volhv pivoted to me. "I have questions." "Can it wait?" "No. Your wedding is in two weeks. Have you prepared your guest list?" "Why do I need a list? I kind of figured that whoever wanted to show up would show up." "You need a list so you know how many people you are feeding. Do you have a caterer?" "No." "But you did order the cake?" "Umm..." "Florist?" "Florist?" "The person who delivers expensive flowers and sets them up in pretty arrangements everyone ignores?" "No." Roman blinked. "I'm almost afraid to ask. Do you at least have the dress?" "Yes." "Is it white?" "Yes." He squinted at me. "Is it a wedding dress?" "It's a white dress." "Have you worn it before?" "Maybe." Ascanio snickered." "The ring, Kate?" Oh crap. Roman heaved a sigh. "What do you think this is, a party where you get to show up, say 'I do,' and go home?" "Yes?" That's kind of how it went in my head."