One week later…
“You can’t be serious,” Mace says as he looks at me and then at Jasmine. “Is he serious?”
“We both are,” Jasmine replies and squeezes my hand in solidarity.
“Look, you know I love you, sister, but you’re asking the impossible.” Briar has nearly the same expression as Mace right now, and it would be comical if we weren’t in such a time crunch.
“It can’t be done.” Mace throws up his hands, and then I see Briar give him a side eye.
“It can. They’re just being ridiculous.” I think Briar might be purposely disagreeing with him.
“A wedding this size would take a year to plan, and even then that’s a tight turnaround,” Mace argues, and Briar shrugs.
“Maybe for someone without any true skills or positive attitude.”
“That’s my twin.” Jasmine elbows me, and she and Briar share
