Jubilee didn’t look excited. She looked...alarmed. Heath’s speech about how he’d surprised her with a surprise wedding, how he knew how much she hated planning a wedding she didn’t even want, all of it—it flew right out the window.
“Why do you have a wedding dress? Wait, maybe don’t answer that.”
He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “It’s for a wedding. Our wedding.”
“Our wedding.”
“Yes.”
“Our wedding that’s happening next year?”
“I thought, with everything happening with your mom and how you were dragging your feet about planning the wedding, that I’d surprise you with a wedding. Here. Today. On Christmas Day.”
Jubilee’s mouth opened and closed in shock. Then: “Heath David DiMarco, are you serious?”
“Yes, but you don’t have to do it. I should’ve asked you. This was a stupid idea—”
