"Too bad. Blame it on me. Other options," Sebastian orders.

My heart swoons. Something about Sebastian's don't-argue-with-me tone always makes me weak-kneed.

Tension fills the air.

"When will your family be arriving?" Ruby questions.

"Ummm..." I swallow hard and blink back the unexpected grief I wish I didn't feel.

Sebastian tugs me closer to him. "Georgia's family has all passed. It's just us."

Just us, as if I'm one of them.

I'm not. Don't forget it.

Sympathetic smiles flash at me.

I shift in my seat, and Sebastian orders, "What are the other options?"

Silence fills the kitchen.

Willow slaps the table. "I've got it. The Hideaway Resort & Spa. Plus, we can spend all day getting ready with massages and detox baths."

Paisley informs us, "That's a no-go. They are booked solid until after the New Year. I couldn't even get a fifteen-minute hot towel service."

"Hot towel service?" Sebastian inquires.

"They put a hot towel over your face. It's infused with really nice-smelling oils," she answers.

"Sounds like a waste of money to me," he states.

She rolls her eyes. "You would think that. Anyway, I even offered to pay extra, but they said there isn't any possibility."

"Maybe you didn't offer enough. Sebastian, you'll just have to offer a huge sum of money that they can't say no to," Willow asserts.

All their talk about overpaying for things makes me uncomfortable.

I ask, "Is there anywhere we can go where Sebastian doesn't have to whip out his checkbook and break the bank?"

All their eyes widen, and amusement fills their faces.

Evelyn chastises Sebastian, "Have you not told your wife that you aren't just rich, you're wealthy?"

What's the difference?

I must be super naive.

Sebastian scrubs his face, groaning. "Evelyn, can you shut up?"

I state, "I don't want Sebastian wasting his money just because he has it."

His sisters all exchange another humorous glance.

Did I say something wrong?

This is so out of my comfort zone.

I'm not used to these sums of money they're talking about, nor am I used to wasting it. I'm not a cheapskate, but I don't see the point in tossing money out for nothing.

Ruby suggests, "What about the Lakeside Plaza?"

"You'll have the gorgeous sunset," Paisley claims.

Evelyn shakes her head, revealing, "There's an issue with the chemicals."

"Chemicals? What chemicals?" I question.

She answers, "They add chemicals so the water looks turquoise. It's really, really pretty, but something's not right. I was there a few weeks ago for the Smith wedding. Green algae was growing on the surface of the water and it had this horrible stench. Trust me. It's not what you want on your big day."

"We're running out of options," Ruby agonizes.

Several minutes pass until Ava suggests, "The Rustic Reserve. Georgia, it's beautiful."

"I've never heard of it," I admit.

"It's acres and acres of farmland and hay. The oil wells are no longer working, so it's more for events."