She laid on the bed three different dresses to choose from. There was red with black flowers and skulls, red with white skulls and the white one with black flowers and crows.
"So before I meet your folks go over this with me again. Where exactly did we meet?"
It was nothing like the movies. Wicked thought somehow being fake married would be more exciting but it was turning into work. It wasn't just waking up in the morning and bugging her fake husband on the couch for pancakes because it was his turn. It was keeping stories straight and making sure his...their apartment look like it belonged to two people madly in love. They still hadn't decided on a ring.