Chapter 112

"Then why don't you tell the old hag to stuff it and that you're having the damn thing here and if she doesn't like it then don't come?" He asked, getting visibly angry at the situation just as I had when I first thought about it all. "I would, but it's the only family he has left. His dad died because of me and I don't want to shut them out of his life - even if they weren't there for him while growing up for whatever reason. Besides, this may not be my idea of a perfect wedding but I've always wanted to go see Ireland. It's beautiful there, so at least I know the pictures will turn out great." I joked, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed before agreeing with me and finishing off his pasta. "Did you even fucking taste it?" I joked as I still had half of my plate left. He threw one of the pieces of garlic bread at my head before it plonked back onto my plate. We both giggled our heads off as those around us looked on as if we were crazy. We probably were.