2.10- Quite Fast

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Except that I'm not someone my family would give away?"

"He's traditional. It's about respect."

"But you are you," she reminded him.

"What do you mean?"

"You're the last person on earth to ask anyone for anything."

"True, but the circumstances here are unique. My relationship with your cousin, your brother, your parents—I cannot ignore your father's wishes. I will speak to him first."

She wasn't expecting this old-fashioned insistence, and she had to remind herself that it was out of respect for her father, nothing more. "Okay."

He turned over the contract page. "What kind of wedding do you want?" He kept asking her questions for the next hour, listing details she hadn't considered until finally he put down his pen and staggered to his feet. "That's it."

"Very well rounded," she agrees while wondering why the butterflies in her belly seem to be more excitement than anxiety.

"I'll have my office draft a press release tomorrow."

"I've done