Planning a wedding should have been easy, especially with Aunt Emmie and Harris's stepmom, Natalie, to help. Those two could rule the world from their phones, so I thought letting them help plan our wedding would make everything effortless.
I was wrong.
I wanted a small and intimate ceremony, but they wanted it to be huge, something that would overshadow every other celebrity wedding that had come before it. Because I felt like I owed it to my mom, I agreed, but now things were spiraling out of control. Details like the cake, the first song at the reception, and even picking a dress--gods, the dress--were all things that gave me a panic attack.
My wedding wasn't mine anymore.
It was a freaking circus.
