Chapter 8
A crazy amount of planning went into everything. Before I’d decided that I wanted to marry Scotty, I’d really had no idea. It seemed simple. I was responsible for solving murders. I’d been a cop for years. I had a pretty good education. I owned a house.
But damn wedding planning was hard. I’d wondered more than once if I should have hired someone instead of us trying to do it all ourselves. It saved money, sure, but not headaches. I had those in droves.
We finally booked caterers. We decided on something simple. Only two choices. Baked chicken with wild rice or a vegetarian pasta.
We bought ten bottles of red wine and ten bottles of white. We bought five bottles of champagne. And several cases of beer. We rented plastic washable wine and beer glasses.
It would have to be eno
