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Wedding Crisis 2

"What do you mean you can't officiate a wedding that's already happened?!" Vincent growled into the phone and Aira flinched her headache sharpening as she heard his voice banging into her head like drums.

It was two AM and their wedding was supposed to happen in a few hours. But Aira didn't think it was going to happen anymore. Since the cake crisis, there had been one problem after the other.

Practically everything was falling apart and she was feeling her mind slowly dissolving in a fog of sleep deprivation and irritation.

Slowly standing from the dining table at her grandmother's antique kitchen, she went to Vincent and touched his contracted arms coming before him and lowering the phone from his ears taking it from him.

"Hello," She said into the phone as she rubbed his left arm trying to calm him down. He was two steps away from throwing things around like Godzilla.

"This is the bride,"

"Hello, ma'am. Changing the one I'm talking to isn't going to change my mind," The man on the
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