Liam glanced at her again as they walked, not subtle about it this time.
"So," he said. "When's the date?"
She didn't answer right away. Her gaze had drifted back to her hand, thumb circling the ring like it was still unfamiliar. "We haven't talked about it," she said finally.
That small smile returned. The one that looked like disbelief.
Liam made a sound under his breath. "You're joking."
"We planned the wine," she said, laughing softly. "That's all."
He grinned. "Was that during actual planning… or when you tasted something and casually went, I want this at our wedding?"
She laughed, nodding. "Exactly that. No plan. Just—this one."
"Of course it was," he said.
The smile stayed, but something quieter slipped underneath it. "It still doesn't feel real," she admitted. "Nicky and I…" She trailed off, then shook her head slightly. "I never thought I'd have this."
Liam slowed, then stopped, turning to face her fully.
"You never thought you'd marry him?" he asked.
