Chapter 42

Announcing our engagement is a little rushed and anticlimactic, given that Arrick books us flights back to Paris the same day we arrive home in the Hamptons. It barely gives anyone time to let it sink in or react. I think he planned it that way, so I won’t get cold feet at the over-emotional response and run for the hills, knowing fine and well that is something I would do.

Knows me a little too well.

A rushed trip out here on the family jet, a flying round of homes as we show them the ring and drop the bombshell that we are having a rushed wedding, and then straight out to fly back to JFK airport in Queens to meet our next flight and head back to Europe. No one gets a chance to gush too much, no one pressures me or questions me with endless wedding queries, and I got to throw my hastily written list at my sister and inform her as chief bridesmaid, she has a wedding to plan. It’s exhausting, and my feet barely hit the ground the entire time.

Arrick doesn’t argue, k