Chapter 42

Marie’s POV

"I genuinely cannot believe you have zero dress references, Mom!" I'm scrolling through her phone in the passenger seat, searching for evidence and finding none. "What do you mean there’s nothing saved? No Pinterest board. Not even a screenshot. The wedding is in a week, Mom."

"I'll know it when I see it."

"That's what unprepared people say."

"I am extremely prepared. I have a caterer, a florist, a seating chart that made your future stepfather cry actual tears—"

"That's true, that chart broke him."

"—and a dress is the one thing I decided to leave to fate." She glances over, grinning. "You're supposed to be the fun one. Since when are you the one stressing about logistics?"

"Since you apparently became the opposite of a bridezilla, which is somehow worse. I need you to have opinions, Mom. I need at least one stron