“That’s not very many people,” Caroline says, picking up a fork from off the plate. “Are you sure you don’t want to have more? I mean, you’ve got to have some more old friends still around who’d like to come to it. I know it’s short notice but people might still come if you invited them.”

I shake my head. “I don’t have anyone else I want to invite.”

She frowns down at her eggs as she stabs them with the fork. “What about you, Micha?”

“I’m good with just Ella there,” Micha answers, hugging me against his chest. “No offense, but I really don’t care if anyone else is there.”

Caroline sighs as she takes a bite of the eggs. “Well, I guess we’ll start planning then.”

“Lila and Micha’s mom have already done a lot,” I tell her. “I don’t think there’s that much left to do.”

Caroline smiles at me as Dean lets her go and heads to the fridge. “Oh, Ella, there’s always more to do,” Caroline assures me. “Trust me.”

And she’s right, but only because I’m not planning the wedding myself. If it were just me, I’d have Micha, me, the minister, and no one else. The wedding would take place somewhere serenely beautiful like at a private beach or in a field of violets. I would wear something punk/gothic and Micha would wear black with his leather bands because he always looks so God damn sexy when he wears all black. And there would be no vows, just exchanges of “I do” and a kiss.

But I’m not planning the wedding myself. I have a whole team of people who are eager to make everything beautiful and sparkly.