"Ah, yes. Forgot about Lulu's. You don't have to accompany me if you don't wish to." It would be nice, but Bela already knew better about twisting Dean's arm. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it wasn't worth it.
She shrugged. "Two weeks' time, then. Saturday." Her lips pursed in a faint smile. "If you're still certain you want to marry me. I can't imagine the sort of bachelor party Sam will want to plan." Did she even want a bachelorette party?