Heather didn't really expect for too many people to jump for joy at the thought of sitting around writing out wedding invitations, but she was glad that Faith had agreed to help out. She could have done it herself, sure, but that wouldn't have been any fun. And she knew Sam would just sit there looking cranky if she asked him. Faith would be fine with some Disney in the background.
She'd already laid out everything on the floor in front of the television. The invitations, envelopes, pens (even a few with glitter), and hard books to use as mini-desks. When she was finished, she herd the knock at the door and couldn't stifle a grin when she answered it.
"So you decided to actually show up," she teased as she stepped aside. "You're braver than I thought."