Waking up the next morning, I realized just how much we had trashed my bedroom the night before. Harper was slowly getting up as well.
One great perk of being a werewolf—no hangover. It was fantastic.
Harper had breakfast delivered to the bedroom, and we spent the morning lounging in the room while I could hear people working around the side of the house.
“What does it look like out there?” I asked.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. It’s beautiful—so much more beautiful than the last one. A lot more effort has been put into this one,” she replied.
“Yeah, no one really cared about the first one. Has Landon had much input on this one?” I inquired.
“It was his idea to have the wedding, and he already had a vision for it. There was no changing his mind. Everything decorated out th
